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.

to enjoy this kind of food. Even if it's from the local bay, it's not

Have swith me."

"Sure."

met just once

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

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

sof the trust-fund brats

when holding the

him—from his hands to the defined line of his throat,

his shirt.

more she looked, the more she liked; Felix seemed dressed just for her, hitting all the right notes of her

put his utensils down,

"What's up?"

it be but the handsboy before

she was hungry, but now

wall, Felix realized how

to start my

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

pretty good. I snack on them all

went along—when had she

eyebrow, his

Carol, making her cheeks

you go, then.

of warm tea,

behind him, Carol touched her burning cheeks, alarmed by

with a menu,

outside, the cool breeze

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

again, it