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.

we get to enjoy this kind of food. Even if it's from the

Have swith me."

"Sure."

met just once before, began to dine in quiet

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

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

than sof the trust-fund

especially when holding the silverware, almost

keep her gaze on him—from his

his shirt.

dressed just for her, hitting all the

her stare, Felix put his

"What's up?"

could it be but the handsboy

she was hungry, but

wall,

need to start my

I've got to head to work too. Hey,

of leftovers, which are pretty good. I

went along—when had she ever dined

raised an eyebrow,

to bewitch Carol, making

go,

a cup of warm tea, Felix finally

the door closed behind him, Carol touched her burning

fanned herself with a menu, feeling

the cool breeze brought

but thoughts of him, particularly the image of his hands holding the cutlery and the

which she so wanted to tug

him again, it