Page 32 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“Huge.”

“What’s the showerhead situation?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is it detachable or what?”she asked.

He gave her a wink.“No.But there are like six, maybe eight, different ones mounted all around.”

“Oh yeah,” she said.“I’m not gonna need your company with that setup.”

He laughed.“Well, at least let me watch.”

She sent him a sly smile.“Maybe as torture for not telling your mother that I was even going to be here.And not telling me that she didn’t know.”

“Uh, yeah.Sorry about that.But it’s kind of a…thing with her and I.”

“You showing up with girls she’s not expecting to see?”

He stopped in front of one of the doors.He set the bags down and opened the door.“This one’s yours.”

Kennedy stepped through the doorway and into the room that looked exactly as she’d been expecting it to look.The room was done in a soft blue and cream with deep navy accents.There was a four-poster bed, a thick duvet, a cream-colored armchair with an ottoman that had a throw blanket draped over it and a reading lamp beside it.There was also a huge fireplace and an honest-to-god armoire.Which was really cool.The wood matched the rest of the woodwork in the room from the moldings to the fireplace mantel, and the front had an elaborate painted design that used the blue and cream of the room.But the best part of the room, the part that made Kennedy almost forget that Bennett had brought her here as a surprise, to both her and his mother, was the dressing table.

She actually gasped when she saw it.

It took up nearly the entire portion of the wall across from the bed and just to the left of the door.

It was painted cream as well and had gorgeous spindle legs, a huge middle surface with other shelves at varying heights, a multitude of drawers, and a gigantic round mirror hanging over the center.

“I’m never leaving this room,” she said, turning to face Bennett.

“I can sneak some stuffed mushrooms up here, but I’m not sure about the chocolate fountain.”

“Hey, that reminds me,” she said, stepping close to him, tipping her head back to look up at him.“You’re in trouble.”

“I am?”

“You brought me here to shock your mother.”

“I don’t—”

“That’s not cool, Bennett.”

“That’s not why I brought you, Kennedy.”

“You brought me here to prove a point to your mother.”

He took a deep breath.“Yes.”

“You love your mother.”

“I do.But I don’t want to live a high society life in Savannah, rubbing elbows with millionaires and politicians and CEOs.I want to live with real people and do real things.Work every day doing something that matters.”

“You want to live in Autre and work with Boys of the Bayou,” Kennedy summarized.

“Yes,” Bennett confessed.“I don’t know if I’m tour guide material, but expanding the business and working on conservation efforts and finding ways to keep the coastline from eroding and fighting the big companies that are encroaching on the natural habitats are all things I’m passionate about.”

She looked up at him and sighed.He can’t rotate your tires, Ken,she told herself.But the thing was, he could learn.It wasn’t brain surgery.And hell, she could do that herself while he was off saving the swamp frogs or whatever the hell he wanted to do.He just had to be hot and love the bayou, didn’t he?

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