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 like

done washing everything, she

pressed on. "What would you like to

not a picky eater,"

could see that Lulu treated him like a

right then. "Zachary wouldn't have let me come if I were, and you don't have to be wary about

I don't

are your responses to me

really. I'm just bad

shrugged-it was his own fault for agreeing to Zachary's request.

Lulu hid herself in Star's nursery again,

Ken called her to

right then, actually appearing angry. "So, I'm

Star, who was sound

she got up

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

eating

Ken decided to push