The Runaway Groom

Ignoring Ken, Lulu stored inside the kitchen and started washing Star's belongings.

"What would you like for lunch?"

"What?"

Lulu was left staring at Ken in confusion again-the man did not speak with rhyme or reason!

"Well, Vivian can't cook, and I suspect you're the same..."

Would she have allowed Vivian to blow up the kitchen otherwise?

Lulu still held her tongue anyway-Sue Lambert was supposed to return eventually.

Seeing that, Ken did press the issue. "I'll make lunch. Tell me if you have something in mind."

Lulu was actually caught stunned, and Ken explained even as she appeared pensive, "Now, now-don't judge me because I'm single. I don't mind telling you that I can cook well, and there aren't that many men as successful as I am. That reminds me are you single too, Ms. Jones? If you are, would you like to know me better?"

frowned-she despised flirty men like

was done washing everything, she

pressed on. "What would you like to

not a picky eater,"

him like a villain-did he

no harm," he told her right then. "Zachary wouldn't have let me come if I were, and you don't have to be wary about everyone and everything. I mean,

I don't think badly of

your

really. I'm just

his own fault

hid herself in Star's nursery again, watching

called her to

right then, actually appearing angry. "So, I'm that bad in your opinion

Star, who was

she got up and gently closed

Ken's expression eased. "Self-service."

but did not start eating until she

decided to push