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

it all just for that one percent share of the Sanders family? Better to get her out of his hair sooner rather than later. He returned

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

AM, Beck's face was as dark as

seemed

"Beck, what's up?"

managed to restrain himself from cursing out

a tractor,

rubbing

but I never said when. I was planning to come over in the morning, maybe have breakfast at

grinding his teeth, vowing to give her a piece of his mind when she showed

up, he grimaced, the action

it impossible to sleep, tossing and

AM, the

not slept a wink, went

at the bar the previous night, she was all

dress, her hair in soft

"Beck."

had prepared got stuck in his throat,

eyebrow, changing her shoes in the foyer before

the Sanders