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

Have swith me."

"Sure."

strangers, having met just once before, began to dine in

corner of her eye. He ate

His manners were impeccable, not what one might expect from a waiter. In fact, he seemed to have

sof the

when holding the silverware, almost

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

his shirt.

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

stare, Felix put

"What's up?"

be but the handsboy before her

was hungry, but now

the clock on the wall, Felix

to start

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

pretty good.

was making it up as she went along—when had

raised an eyebrow, his smile returning.

bewitch Carol, making her cheeks flush with

go, then. The life of

her a cup of warm tea,

the door closed behind him, Carol touched her burning cheeks, alarmed

herself with a menu, feeling

cool breeze brought

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

which she so wanted to tug loose, kept drifting into her

him again, it was at the