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

washing everything,

however, pressed on. "What would you like

not a picky eater,"

see that Lulu treated him like

were, and you

scowled. "Then cook. Also, I don't think

are your responses to

really. I'm just bad at

fault for agreeing to Zachary's

in Star's

an hour and Ken called her to eat, she said, "I'm

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

glanced at Star, who was sound

she got up and

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

but did not start eating until she saw Ken do

decided to push