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 men

was done washing everything, she left the

pressed on. "What would you like

picky eater,"

see that Lulu treated him like a villain-did he appear that

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, don't you get

cook. Also, I don't think

are your responses to me

just bad at

was his own fault for agreeing to

that, Lulu hid herself in

Ken called her to

actually appearing angry. "So, I'm that bad

at Star, who was sound

unpleasant, she got up

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

start eating until she saw

Ken decided to push things