Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

He thought he was just going to ruffle lan's feathers a bit, show him that the Sanders family wouldn't be walked over. But no sooner had he settled his butt into the chair than Augus's voice cut through the air. "Quinn, you're gonna be set up on some blind dates. Day after tomorrow, you're coming back to North America with me. Your brother's got his hands full running the family business, and as for you? You've been loafing around long enough. Time to get serious about settling down. I want you hitched within three months, so you can focus on finding the one when we get back."

Beck's head started buzzing like a beehive at the thought.

"C'mon, Dad, even big bro isn't married yet. What's the rush for me?"

As the words left his mouth, Augus slammed his hand on the table.

"Have the nerve to bring up your brother? While Court's been busting his chops at the company, you've been throwing money around on women like there's no tomorrow. You best listen up, I'm giving you more than enough time with three months."

Beck shot a desperate look at Dylan for help.

Dylan pretended not to see the SOS. If Beck didn't go on these dates, then he'd be next in line.

Fuming, Beck glanced at lan, who was nonchalantly serving veggies to Maja. Even a fool could see he'd been played.

But Augus had spoken, and there was no choice but to follow suit.

The thought of blind dating made his head ache.

end of dinner, everyone seemed pleased-everyone, that is, except

tour around Greenfield, while Maja, feeling

lay awake, anxiety

made several calls to Dylan, trying to get him to talk Augus out of this matchmaking madness. But Dylan,

Better Beck than him.

so, he ignored

support, but it was always lan who answered, deliberately changing the subject to avoid any talk of matchmaking in

arrived, Augus practically dragged Beck back home for the arranged

more early morning intrusions at Greenfield

discussions about

energy into Maja, eagerly awaiting their child's

work one day, a

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spoke up, had actually initiated a

"Why do you ask?"

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