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?"

hoarse, the emotions in his eyes bordering on

next second,

is my girlfriend. If there's an issue with the piano, you

hand, marking the first time

such contact, felt

to her with a soft voice, "You go ahead

nodded, turning to get in, but then Fitch's

"Zoey!"

emotion packed into those two syllables was overwhelming, her

a sense of panic, as if she was treading

frowned and glanced back

her like a hunter targeting his prey, making

heavy and fraught, it took him a while to force a

uneasy, quickly slipped into

with a simple, "She looks a lot like my kid's mom. Lost my composure

car start up

rich folks always have a

a piece of candy from his pocket and offering

"Don't be upset."

I just think he's

order, she caught sight of someone taking a seat nearby. Lifting her eyes, she