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?"

flirty

she was done washing everything, she

pressed on. "What

not a picky eater," Lulu said and

him like a villain-did he appear

mean 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.

cook. Also, I don't think

your responses to me

really. I'm just

own fault for agreeing

that, Lulu hid herself in Star's

around an hour and Ken called her to eat,

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

Star, who was

avoid anything unpleasant, she got up

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

eating until she saw Ken do

Ken decided to push things