Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey had been in her classroom for an hour when a nagging feeling crept up on her-there was something she had forgotten to do today. But for the life of her, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The previous night had been a whirlwind with her parents hitting it big on the lottery, and on top of that, she had to mull over Henry's plans to study abroad. It was enough to make her feel a little off-kilter. She had to meet with both families for lunch later, so she quickly called Curtis to give him a heads-up before heading back to her office.

Though she was in charge of the class, the preschool in Zion City was top-notch, with a rotating roster of teachers; and as luck would have it, she had a break around noon.

Upon entering her office, she found someone sitting at her desk-Fitch. Since yesterday, after dropping off Nolan, the man seemed to stick around, lazing about as if he had nothing better to do. Odd for someone of his means, who you'd expect to be too busy to touch ground.

Their encounter the day before hadn't been exactly pleasant, and the sight of him didn't do much to lighten her mood today.

"Mr. Haskins, this is my office," Zoey stated.

As she spoke, her eyes caught sight of a jar of candy on her desk. It was one of those heart-shaped, transparent jars that screamed girly. But she was well past the age for such things.

It was Fitch's first time buying something like it, and he seemed a tad uncomfortable.

"A gift," he said simply.

Zoey flashed him a polite smile, "No need, really. Looking after little Nolan is part of my job. I have plans for lunch and won't be able to entertain you with small talk, Mr. Haskins." Fitch had a wireless earbud in one ear and his gaze lingered on her.

"Got a lunch date with your boyfriend?"

Zoey frowned. How did this man seem to know everything?

"That's right."

door to leave, only to hear footsteps

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