Page 23 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“And your dad invested it,” Kennedy said.“And made a killing.”

“Yep.”

“Okay, that’s great.But please tell mesomeonein the family boughtsomethingcompletely stupid and excessive and ridiculous.”

Oh, he could most definitely do that.“My uncle now owns a drive-in movie theater in the little town where they all grew up.And all he shows are the movies from the seventies and eighties thatheloves.Basically, it’s like his own big living room that he lets other people park in.”

Kennedy laughed.“Okay, that’s actually kind of great.”

“They also only serve snacks he likes.So there’s no popcorn because he doesn’t like it.But you can get Corn Nuts in every single flavor.And Jelly Bellies.”

“That’s.Amazing.”

“And his wife bought a castle.For their cats.That’s about half the size of your grandma’s house.And it’s purple and sparkles.And they then, of course, had to get more cats.”

Kennedy’s eyes were wide.“They rescued the cats, I hope.”

“Of course.They’re good-hearted.If extravagant.”

She nodded.“I love it.And you know that I know about having family like that.”She grinned at him.“You’ve been holding out.You have a crazy family, too.Here I thought it was just me.”

He shook his head.“Oh no.And it gets better.”

“How so?”

“They’re Cajun.”

“No!”

“Yep.My mom grew up in Louisiana.”

“Sothat’swhy you like the bayou.”

He pulled up to a stoplight and looked over at her.“That’s not why I like the bayou.”

“But you—” She met his gaze and stopped.Then shook her head.“Damn, you’re good at that.”

“At what?”

“Throwing me off.”

He grinned.“I take that as a huge compliment.”

“I do not mean that as a compliment.”

He lifted a shoulder.“I still take it as one.”

Kennedy blew out a breath.“But you have Cajun blood.I mean, they’re crazy rich Cajuns, but still Cajuns.So your affinity to the bayou makes sense.”

“Maybe.”He eased onto the gas again as the light turned green.“That’s probably why I was curious about it in the beginning.But that’s not why I like it now.”

“You can just stop that right there, Mr.Baxter,” she said.

“Stop what?”

“All the sweet crap about how I’m the biggest draw to the bayou now.”

“Maybe I was going to say I kept coming around because of the crawfish.”

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