Page 5 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

Bennett could picture her smirk and felt the familiar urge to kiss it right off of her, even though he wasn’t there in person.

Yeah, he wanted to get involved with her.He couldn’t explain it except to say that his family had been very…un-Landry-like.Maybe it was his Cajun roots, something in his genes or his blood, that drew him to the bayou and the craziness of this family.

“You weren’t spanked enough as a child,” Owen told Kennedy.

“You’re probably right.”

Bennett could also picture the way she lifted one shoulder in an adorable and infuriating so-what gesture.

“There’s still hope she can find the right guy to do it,” Leo piped up.

Owen snorted, Tori laughed, and Bennett scowled.Hard.

They were joking.Giving each other shit was how the Landrys showed love.Well, that and food.But there was no way anyone in this family would stand for a guy laying a hand on Kennedy.

Hell, none of them actually believed that the right guy evenexistedwho could spank Kennedy Landry.

But even the thought of it really pissed Bennett off.Which made no sense.

Kennedy definitely hadn’t been told no enough.She was absolutely a handful.She was…Leo’s granddaughter who he loved dearly and he’d never want someone touching her inappropriately.Not that spanking wasalwaysinappropriate, of course.Between consenting adults who were into that kind of thing it could be very appropriate.But this all insinuated that they thought Kennedy needed someone—or that someone had missed their chance in the past—to intervene to change her behavior.That there was something they wished was different about her.

That was not okay with Bennett.

And he needed to cool the fuck down.

It was a joke.He knew that.Kennedy knew that.

Him getting worked up on her behalf over something that wasn’t even serious was ridiculous.

“Yeah, maybe, but if it’s discipline, I don’t think the person you’re spanking is supposed tolikeit,” Kennedy said, in her typical smart-ass, you’ll-never-make-me-blush way.

Bennett usually grinned at that attitude of hers.Not now.For a new reason.Thisall insinuated that some other guy had spanked her and everything in Bennett rebelled atthatthought as well.

Hedefinitelyneeded to cool down.

Instead, he sent a quick message to his assistant that he was heading to Autre in an hour.Getting to Autre would typically mean flying from Savannah to New Orleans.That trip on a commercial airline could take four or five hours with a layover in North Carolina, but thanks to his family’s private plane and a small airstrip outside of Autre, Bennett had been making the trip much faster and more easily over the past couple of months since becoming an owner in the tour company.

Today would be even easier.He’d been working in New Orleans on and off for the past month, hoping to transition his work from Georgia to Louisiana permanently.He was only about twenty minutes away from Autre at the moment.

“You’re a brat,” Owen told Kennedy.

“Wow, news flash,” Kennedy replied.

“Okay, so I’m going to go,” Bailey said.“Um…just…yeah, so you’ve got your warning.And stuff.”

She definitely didn’t sound like any kind of badass officer of the law, and Bennett relaxed a little about her pursuing the wolf thing.Hell, she might not want to come back to Autre at all.Chase Dawson wasn’t even here anymore, and even if he was, he might not be charming enough to make it worth putting up with all of this crazy.

Of course, that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t send someone else.

Dammit.

As soon as he heard the door shut on the other end of the line, Bennett said, “Kennedy.”

“Yeah.”

He could tell she’d picked the phone up and taken it off of speaker.

“Have you been spanked before?”

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