Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey's smile was a bit strained. What was this guy's deal? Couldn't he tell they were just being polite?

Henry's expression faltered as well. "But, you know, today's a bit..."

That was a diplomatic way of saying no, clear to anyone who could read between the lines.

But Fitch seemed oblivious to the hint.

"If you guys are heading out to grab a bite, mind if I tag along?"

Henry instantly realized that Fitch was there for them.

Why, though? Had there been an issue with the piano they'd sold him yesterday?

Seeing Henry at a loss for words, Zoey immediately stepped forward to intercept.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but it's not a good time for us. We're on a date, just the two of us, and we really can't include anyone else. If you're in dire need of a tour guide, we can recommend someone else or maybe some other time."

Zoey thought her words were clear enough for the man to back off.

But his gaze stayed fixed on her, intense and complex.

After a long pause, he finally uttered, "You two... what's your relationship?"

voice was hoarse, the emotions in his

second, she was

Haskins, Zoey is my girlfriend. If there's an issue with the piano, you can contact

Zoey's hand, marking the first

used to such contact, felt her cheeks

with a soft voice, "You go ahead and get in

get in, but then Fitch's voice

"Zoey!"

those two syllables was overwhelming, her heart numb and aching with an indescribable

a sense of panic, as if she was treading on cotton

glanced back

locked on her like a hunter targeting his prey, making her

took him a while to

uneasy, quickly slipped

like my kid's mom. Lost my composure for a moment, sorry." Henry's eyes were filled with

start up slowly, pursed her

folks always have a

pulling out a piece of candy from

"Don't be upset."

not upset. I just

the restaurant and just as Zoey was about to order, she caught sight of someone taking a seat nearby.