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."

two strangers, having met

watched Felix out of the corner of her eye. He ate with measured grace, the sound of

from a waiter. In fact, he seemed to have

sof the trust-fund brats she

attractive, especially when

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

his shirt.

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

Felix put his

"What's up?"

be but the

hungry, but now

wall, Felix realized how late it had

need to

to work too.

good. I snack on them all the

making it up as she went along—when had she ever

an eyebrow, his smile

smile seemed to bewitch Carol,

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

a cup of warm

closed behind him, Carol touched her burning cheeks, alarmed by their

with a

the cool

days, Carol didn't see Felix, but thoughts of him, particularly the

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

again, it