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."

Erin exclaimed, "Your leg isn't

lips before she could finish, leaving

rest was

her

pink just then. "Do you

lowering his

"Irene."

certainly surprised that Irene would give her something like that—even James was

friends give each other stuff like that, so I'm surprised Irene would send one to me," Erin said. "It felt like we're best friends more

who were very

very lucky," Erin

as a child, but her adopted parents treated her better than

no blood relations to her and whose connection to her was second to implausible,

be a good

her hair. "You've

no schemer and was always earnest, and he was sure that was why Isaac acknowledged her, while Irene was also nice to her. After all, character was much more

his arms around her then—she

are we returning to Franconia?" she