The Runaway Groom

James froze when he saw Erin, unable to believe his eyes!

"What..."

Erin held a hand on her own chest. "What's wrong?"

James simply lowered his head and chuckled—he never expected Erin to put so much effort into making herself so alluring for their wedding night, just as he was surprised that she carried such charm.

"No good?" she asked, and peeked at herself in the mirror.

It was actually good, or so she believed.

James quickly shook his head. "No. It's good."

Though bewitching was even more appropriate, panting her with a different shade of charm!

As a man, he would be abnormal if he stayed unmoved!

He scooped her up in his arms, prompting her to yelp in surprise, “Let me down!"

James refused. "You're my bride."

exclaimed, "Your leg

before she could finish, leaving the words stuck

the rest

resting her head on James's arm and nestled in

her cheeks obviously blushing pink just then.

lowering his gaze

"Irene."

that Irene would give her something

that, so I'm surprised Irene would send one to me," Erin

replied—only those who were very

lucky,"

a child, but her adopted

connection to her was second to implausible, gave her

she murmured, "I'll definitely be a good sister

stroked her hair. "You've

her, while Irene was also nice to her. After all, character was much more important than roots, and

tightened his arms around her then—she

to Franconia?"