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.

the sboat. It's not often we get to enjoy this kind

Have swith me."

"Sure."

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

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

what one might expect from a waiter.

the trust-fund

especially when holding the silverware, almost

chin up, she couldn't help but keep her gaze on him—from his hands

his shirt.

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

stare, Felix put his utensils down, slightly

"What's up?"

it be but the handsboy

thought she was hungry, but now she was

the clock on the wall, Felix

need to start my

work too. Hey, next tyou're at the barbecue place, lettreat

lots of leftovers, which are pretty good. I snack on them all the

it up as she went along—when had

eyebrow, his

bewitch Carol,

turned to look out the window, waving him off. "Off you go, then.

cup of warm tea, Felix finally

touched her burning cheeks, alarmed by their

herself with a menu,

outside, the cool

him, particularly the image of his hands holding

his neck, which she so wanted to

saw him again, it was