The Runaway Groom

Chapter 772

"We have a hit. I'm heading over as we speak."

James had managed to track down the goons, but they were out of town so he needed to head over to confirm right away.

He was already on his way, but he decided he should give Isaac a head's up.

"Good," Isaac replied. "Contact me when you have something."

"Sure."

With that, Isaac hung up and turned around, only to see that Irene was gone from their table.

His heart skipped a beat—the unending list of trouble that occurred to her was almost freakish, leading to his mind always jumping to the worst-case scenario.

He looked around frantically, but he eventually found her carrying a paper bag.

He frowned and strode over to her. "Where did you go?"

bag to show him. "I bought you donuts.

it too. "Everyone likes snacks, but if you don't want it, we can just head home and ask Mrs. Watson

short. "You weren't there

second?" Isaac put his arms around her, half-joking and

was a direct view of his long neck and that alluring Adam's apple

bodyguard and follow me around every day," she cooed

do I

and put the donuts on the table. "Come here, sit—I know you don't like the grease on grilled skewers, but bear with it

occasion, but not all the time." Isaac certainly was not accustomed to this, but Irene was considerate of his tastes and bought him donuts, since he did not like the charred taste

mind eating what she liked, but that sort of food was

Irene nodded. "Okay."

the way home after supper, Irene was holding Tommy but keeping him at arm's reach, worried that the smoky scent

grilled food, the scent

toward Isaac, she asked, "Do I

turned on the

so leaned closer so that he could smell

then.