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.

It's not often we get to enjoy this kind of

Have swith me."

"Sure."

met

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

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

the trust-fund brats

when holding

keep her gaze on him—from his hands to the defined line of his throat, to the

his shirt.

Felix seemed dressed just

Felix put his utensils down, slightly

"What's up?"

it be but the handsboy

had thought she was hungry, but now

clock on the wall, Felix

need to

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

are pretty good. I snack on them all

making it up as she went along—when had she ever dined

eyebrow, his smile returning.

smile seemed to bewitch Carol, making her cheeks flush with

go, then. The life of a worker bee, it can't

a cup of warm tea, Felix finally

Carol touched her

fanned herself with a

cool

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

neck, which she so wanted to tug loose, kept

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