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.

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

Have swith me."

"Sure."

having met just once

of her eye. He ate with measured

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

the

attractive, especially when holding the silverware, almost

but keep her gaze on him—from

his shirt.

more she liked; Felix seemed dressed just for

put his utensils

"What's up?"

be but the

hungry, but now she

the wall, Felix realized how late it had

need to start

ahead, I won't keep you. I've got to head to work too. Hey, next tyou're at the barbecue place, lettreat

pretty good.

went along—when had she ever

an eyebrow, his

seemed to bewitch Carol, making her cheeks flush with

go, then. The life of a worker bee,

her a cup of

the door closed behind him, Carol touched her

fanned herself with a

outside, the cool breeze

see Felix, but thoughts of him, particularly the image of

she so wanted to tug loose, kept

she saw him again, it