Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey was taken aback; truth be told, she had been on edge all afternoon. After all, guests at the Fitch residence were invariably affluent or influential. The last thing she wanted was to inadvertently offend someone important and make things awkward for Fitch. Especially since it was only her second day in their home, and here she was, getting into a brawl. How could Fitch trust her with his son after such a display?

But his reassuring words warmed her heart, and she felt an unexpected lump in her throat.

Fitch's fingertips gently brushed over the imprint on her cheek. “Did you put something on it?"

"Yes, I was worried it might have been someone important."

"What's important is that you're safe."

Feeling even warmer inside, Zoey was about to respond when Fitch's phone rang. It was a call from the Haskins family.

Fitch frowned slightly, released her chin, and answered the call. "What is it?"

"Fitch, Mia's back. Why don't you and Nolan come over for dinner tonight?"

"No need, Nolan doesn't want to come."

"Are you really going to cut us off like that, keep Nolan away forever?"

"Mom, I've said it before, don't bring her and Nolan into this."

gaze unfazed. He

issue. But that was Fitch's private matter, and she didn't feel it

"Is this wine?"

a new release from a local vineyard, supposed to be popular with ladies, but it

a sip and her eyes lit up. It was delicious. Perhaps buoyed by Fitch's support that afternoon and Nolan applying ice to

hold her

dad, Curtis. But

shared a

she

drank five glasses, squinting her eyes

"This wine's pretty good."

warned her about the wine being strong; she had chosen to drink

Zoey made her way

the world before her a blur. Nearly stumbling on the first step, Fitch swiftly steadied her, glancing

watch your show, don't come

Nolan nodded, "Okay."

helping Zoey up a few steps, Fitch heard his son ask,

a rare flush of

"Okay."