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.

been lately. Tried to grab a drink with Fitch, but the guy 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

spotted Beck lounging on the couch, engrossed in a video game. The living room TV had been co-opted for his gaming sessions, and

sessions, but she'd still spend hours discussing strategies and hidden levels with Beck. During those discussions, lan

skilled at many things,

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

Beck more smug, and

seeing lan descend, Beck

around at this hour? Aren't you supposed to be at the

been born with a silver spoon, rarely dabbling in the family business. The 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

the family empire, settling for a modest monthly salary, a thankless task

really run the company, spending his days

lump in his

leisurely explore another secret level, probably planning to discuss