Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"The bathroom's still there, I just got an upset stomach, heading home early."

The nerve of this little con artist, lying through her teeth without as much as a blink. "Stella, you really think I'm a fool?"

"Beck, why would you say that about yourself?"

Beck choked on his words, struggling for breath.

It was always him leaving others speechless.

He adjusted his tie and took a deep breath.

"You know where I live, right? Catch a cab over."

Stella propped her chin on one hand, squinting her eyes, "Beck, it's 10 PM, might be a bit inconvenient."

"Is it inconvenient, or are you scared?"

Stella let out a sigh, seemingly conceding.

"Alright, I'll come over."

Her prompt agreement caught Beck off guard, making him wonder if she had another trick up her sleeve.

he wasn't scared

to get her out of his hair sooner rather than later. He returned to

midnight, two hours later, Stella still hadn't shown

AM, Beck's face was as dark as

seemed

"Beck, what's up?"

barely managed to restrain himself from

if you were riding a tractor,

rubbing her

said I'd come over, but I never said when. I was planning to come over in the morning, maybe have breakfast at your place. I remember you have a personal chef."

to give her a piece of his mind when she

grimaced, the action

impossible to sleep, tossing and

8 AM, the

slept a wink, went to open

the bar the previous night,

in light makeup, wearing a blue dress, her hair in soft curls reaching her waist. Seeing Beck,

"Beck."

got stuck in his throat, his expression

shoes in the foyer before

reintroduced to the Sanders family, she had