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?"

despised flirty men

was done washing everything, she

however, pressed on. "What would you like

a picky eater," Lulu said

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

harm," he told her right then. "Zachary wouldn't have let me come if I were, and you don't have to

Also, I don't

are your responses to me

really. I'm just

own fault for

hid herself in Star's

hour and Ken called her to eat, she said, "I'm not

angry. "So, I'm that

glanced at Star, who was sound

anything unpleasant, she got up and

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

did not start eating until

the end, Ken decided