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.

get to enjoy this kind of food. Even if

Have swith me."

"Sure."

the two strangers, having met just once before,

the corner of her eye. He ate with

what one might expect from a waiter. In fact, he

the trust-fund brats she

especially when holding the silverware, almost

her gaze on him—from

his shirt.

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

Felix put his utensils down,

"What's up?"

else could it be but the handsboy before her

had thought she was hungry, but now she was truly

the clock on the wall, Felix realized how late it had

to start

work too. Hey,

leftovers, which are pretty good. I snack on them

as she went along—when had

raised an eyebrow, his smile

Carol, making her

off. "Off you go, then. The life of a worker

her a cup of warm tea, Felix

behind him, Carol touched her burning

with a menu, feeling

cool

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

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

him again, it was at