Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1633

Fitch's fingers paused on the screen, and a vivid memory flashed through his mind - the day he had found Ozzy, the scrappy little pup hiding and trembling, trying to escape attention.

The thought of Ozzy softened his expression. Initially, his arm had hung limp at his side with no intention of offering support, but now it instinctively wrapped around her waist, holding her close in a protective embrace.

His other hand was scrolling through his contacts. He was at a friend's low-key gathering and hadn't brought his driver. Now, he needed to call him to get Zoey home.

Just as he called a number, a group not far approached, led by Tyler, who was laughing with someone beside him, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. Whatever joke had been told, it had Tyler's eyes crinkling with mirth, the mole on his nose more pronounced in his amusement.

Instinctively, Fitch enveloped Zoey in his trench coat just as the call connected.

"Head over to the Sunset Hotel to pick someone up."

No sooner had he spoken than he heard Tyler's voice.

"Fitch?"

Tyler's eyes narrowed as he saw the woman in Fitch's arms, "Who is this?"

If Tyler found out it was Zoey, he'd never hear the end of it.

"A date from a matchmaking setup."

The Haskins family had indeed been busy playing cupid for him, listing a few ladies of his age and social standing.

Tyler clapped a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, recognizing the telltale signs of a date gone sideways, looking to make an honest man out of him.

"Tough break, but you actually seem to tolerate her - that's rare, man."

Others called out to Tyler, and he waved him off, "I'm off to dinner with some investors. Guess things with Wendy didn't pan out, huh? Since you're not pushing away the lady in your arms, why not give it a shot?"

Fitch remained silent, and as Tyler stepped forward to get a better look at the woman, Fitch interjected, "Not interested in trying. If you're into her, be my guest."

"Pass, I've had my fill of hassles lately," Tyler chuckled, stepping back and walking away.

Fitch was relaxed slightly with his arm still around Zoey. Checking his phone, he noted the driver should arrive any minute now.

Zoey's hand still rested on his lower back, sending a wave of heat through him.