Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The next morning, as lan heard Beck directing the chefs in the kitchen to whip up a hearty stew for Maja, his patience finally snapped.

He trudged back to the bedroom, intent on bending Maja's ear.

"Beck's completely zeroed in on us now, but he needs to have his own life, you know? Look, your brother at least has some young gal by his side, but Beck's all alone. Must be lonely. I say we get Tyler to hook him up. The guy knows plenty of women."

Maja, halfway between dreams and waking, barely registered the conversation but mumbled an agreement.

"Do whatever you think is best."

With that, she drifted back to sleep.

lan wasted no time and called Tyler, asking him to introduce Beck to some women.

Tyler was a notorious playboy, never short on scandal or a party to attend.

He agreed without hesitation.

won't even look me in the eye. He's always off to God knows where at night, and I can never catch him. Beck's a good sport, though, our kind of people. I'll flip through my contacts and see if I can find a match for him." lan breathed a sigh of relief. Tyler might love stirring the

living room TV had been co-opted for his gaming sessions, and he sometimes roped Maja into playing with him.

Maja was pregnant, she limited herself to half-hour sessions, but she'd still spend hours discussing strategies and hidden levels with Beck. During those discussions, lan might as well have

at many things, but gaming

experience with electronics growing up, so he was no good at uncovering the secrets hidden within the

made Beck more smug, and

lan descend, Beck couldn't resist

Aren't you supposed to be at

Sanders family affairs had always been Dylan's burden. When Dylan had relinquished his shares and was supposedly ousted from the Sanders clan, he vowed to make

as events unfolded, Dylan still remotely steered the family empire, settling for a modest monthly salary, a thankless task if there

run the company, spending his days indulging in leisure and

a lump in

discuss it with Maja later. His