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 of food. Even if it's from the local bay, it's not

Have swith me."

"Sure."

strangers, having met just

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

manners were impeccable, not what one might expect from a waiter. In

sof the trust-fund

fingers were attractive, especially when

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

his shirt.

the more she liked; Felix seemed dressed just for her,

put his utensils down,

"What's up?"

but the handsboy before her

she was hungry,

clock on the wall, Felix realized how

need to start

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

of leftovers, which are pretty good. I snack on

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

an eyebrow,

to bewitch Carol, making her cheeks

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

cup of warm tea, Felix finally

him, Carol touched her burning cheeks, alarmed by

fanned herself with a menu,

outside, the cool breeze

him, particularly the image of his hands

wanted to tug loose, kept drifting into

saw him again, it was at the BlueSky