The Runaway Groom

Irene frowned slightly.

Did Isaac really think she was Stan?

To be fair to him, she never made a sound and came out of the blue. And without his vision, he naturally would not be able to tell that it was her.

She watched his surprised look and smiled mischievously before speaking while changing her voice. "Mr. Hill asked me to take care of you."

As she spoke, she lifted his blanket and put her hand on his chest... "Stan Hill!" Isaac bellowed right then, startling Stan outside and sending him scurrying inside.

Irene did not have the time to straighten Isaac's clothes or button it, leaving his chest bare.

Stan glanced between that and Irene's innocent look, and he was left frowning.

What was going on there?

He was not surprised that it happened since absence made the heart fonder. He was just surprised why Isaac would call him in.

Smiling, he asked, "Is there something you need me for, Mr. Jefferson?”

"Throw out the woman you brought in!" Isaac barked grumpily.

bewildered—could someone tell him

waved him off, mouthing,

his head and said, "Well, Mr. Jefferson...

"Stan!!!"

tried to get to his

help him but he shook her off, sending her stumbling and almost dropping to

not gotten that far and turned to see

up this time and quickly realized that Irene did not tell Isaac

was that why Isaac was so

couple were flirting, and

told Isaac, "Well, the missus isn't

Stan stay, but he

saw the look of dilemma on

though she was not that loud, Isaac could tell that it was

was even

he realized Stan would never dare bring in an

hand on his chest again. This time, however, Isaac did not

speechless. Did