Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The restaurant had only been open a short while, specializing in upscale exotic cuisine and had drummed up quite a buzz with a

members-only gimmick that drew in the well-heeled crowd.

Leaning in close, Carol whispered in his ear, "But between us, are their ingredients really all imported?"

Her breath tickled his ear, and he turned his head to avoid her, remaining silent.

Carol drew back, nonchalant.

"Guess not," she mused. "Must be from around the local bay, right?"

Felix rubbed his temples with a wry smile. "Ms. Miller, if we keep at this, I'm afraid I'll be job hunting soon."

Resting her chin in her palm, Carol's lips curved into a smile.

"So what if you are? It's not like waiting tables is hard to cby."

The words were out before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted them.

She noticed Felix purse his lips—a sign she was learning meant displeasure.

And her comment, unfiltered as it was, sounded downright insulting.

She quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean you specifically. I'm a waitress too, working at a barbecue restaurant. I've been at five

different places now. It's easy to find this kind of work in Greenfield; it's a big city, with lots of demand."

Felix chuckled softly, apparently not taking offense to her earlier remark.

Eager to make amends, Carol reached for the serving fork and offered him ssteak.

in the sboat. It's not often we get to enjoy this kind of food. Even if it's from the local bay, it's not exactly

Have swith me."

"Sure."

no further hesitation, the two strangers, having met just once before, began to dine

her eye. He ate with measured grace, the sound of his fork barely

what one might expect from a waiter. In fact, he seemed to have been

the

when holding the

chin up, she couldn't help but keep her gaze on him—from his hands to the defined line of his

his shirt.

she liked; Felix seemed dressed just for her, hitting all the right

her stare, Felix put his

"What's up?"

be but the handsboy

was hungry, but now

wall, Felix realized how late it had

to start

I've got to head to work too. Hey, next tyou're

which are pretty good. I

she went along—when had she ever dined

an eyebrow,

Carol, making

window, waving him off. "Off you go, then. The life of a worker bee, it can't be helped. I

of warm

touched her burning cheeks,

fanned herself with

outside, the cool

following days, Carol didn't see Felix, but thoughts of him, particularly the image of his hands holding the cutlery

so wanted to tug loose, kept

saw him again, it was at