Page 24 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“You like the andouille sausage better than the crawfish.”

“How do you know that?”Damn, he wished they weren’t driving.He’d love to be looking at her and seeing her expressions while they had this conversation.

“I…” She glanced over, clearly realizing she’d given something away that she hadn’t meant to.

“You’ve been paying attention to me, Ms.Landry?”Bennett teased.“I’m touched.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go reading anything into it.I’m not a sucker for romance like the rest of my family.”

“Aren’t you?”He shot her a glance.Maybe not romance.She seemed too…practical—or maybe cynical—for that.But she was a sucker for their chemistry.She liked the idea that he was drawn to her and thought of her when he wasn’t in Autre and that she was part of the reason he liked it there.

“I’m not,” she told him.“It would be nearly impossible for you, or any guy, to top the Landrys in the romance department.I’ve seen or heard it all.”

“Sounds like a challenge.”

“Donottake it as a challenge.”She pointed a finger at him sternly.“Romance makes people stupid.Super stupid.And they end up making decisions that they’re then stuck with for the rest of their life.”

Bennett couldn’t help looking over again after that.She was scowling at the dashboard of his car, though clearly wasn’t thinking about the smooth gray leather.“Sounds like you have a reason for that very firm belief.”

She looked at him.“I do.And I’m very stubborn, so don’t try to talk me out of it.”

“I’m aware,” he said dryly.He really wanted to know what had turned Kennedy off of romance so fully.And she’d noticed his preference for the sausage.That was something; he didn’t care what she said.“I don’t think I’m completely dissuaded here.You really are a big part of what I love about the bayou.”

She looked at him and her eyes slowly narrowed.“I’ll tell you what, Baxter.I’m going todissuadeyou.Every time you say or do something sappy and romantic, I’m going to say or do something super hot and sexy.”

Bennett felt his eyebrows fly toward his hairline.“How isthatgoing to dissuade me?”

“Well…” She slid across the seat, closer to him.She put her hand on his thigh just above his knee and then slowly ran it up toward his fly.“Walking around with an erection at various inopportune times could make for a long weekend.”

Bennett put his hand down on top of hers, stopping the movement.Yeah, she had a point.

“Maybe I’ll make sure that I’m only romantic and sweet when we’re alone and in a private place.”

She grinned up at him.She was right there.Kissing distance.

And he was driving.

He forced his attention back on the road.

“That’s fine,” she said, leaning back and sliding back to her side.

He both appreciated and hated that at the same time.

“But I didn’t say I’d be pulling out the sexy stuff at the same exact time you were romantic.”She returned her boots to the dashboard.

Bennett swallowed as her skirt pulled up her thighs again.

“You do all the romantic stuff you want,” she said.“I’ll be keeping track.And paying you back for every one of them.When it best suits me.”

Damn, this woman was a handful.But he couldn’t help his grin.

He hadn’t even told her yet that they were going to be in Savannah for five days, not just for the weekend.

One of themany perks to flying via private plane was that there was very little wait time at the airport.

They were the only ones on the plane, and the main cabin on the plane looked very much like a well-decorated living room in someone’s penthouse apartment.Bennett chose one of the high-backed leather chairs, but after she’d paused in the doorway and gave a breathy, “Holy shit,” Kennedy had chosen the long couch that took up the length of one wall, complete with throw pillows.

She lounged on the plush cushions, tucking a gold satin pillow under her head and stretching her long, bare legs out against the cream-colored upholstery.She looked like a cat settling in for a nap.“Wow, you left out two really important words when you talked about this trip, Bennett,” she told him.

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