Page 85 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“Why don’t you come down and find out?”she asked him.

He nodded.“Maybe I will.”

“You should.That’s the best way to see what’s really going on.”

“We do go out to our communities,” Charles piped up from across the table and down.“We go to local events, hold town halls.We want to hear from people and see those towns.”

Kennedy shrugged.“I’m sure you do.But you’re my governor, Charles, and I’ve never seen your face in person until I came here.”

He lifted a brow.“I can’tmakeyou come to my town halls.”

“But I didn’t even know you had one near me,” she said.

Charles glanced at Teddy.Teddy just grinned and lifted his beer bottle.

She felt Bennett lift her hand and press a kiss on the back of it.She gave him a smile.

“Bedtime,” he mouthed.

The conversation continued around her and she felt her body stir.But she shook her head.“Not yet,” she mouthed back.

Did she want to go upstairs with Bennett to the bedroom with that big bed with the silk sheets and the attached magical shower?Of course.But she didn’t feel quite done down here.

He lifted a brow.“No?”he asked softly.

“Just not yet,” she whispered.“I’m enjoying this.”

He looked around the table.He seemed bored.But he probably heard this type of conversation all the time.When he looked back at her, he sighed.“Okay.”

She grinned.“You can go up without me.And send me texts trying to tempt me up there while I hang out a little longer.”

He gave her a slow grin.“That sounds like fun.”

“It does.”

He stretched to his feet, slowly letting his fingers slide through hers.Then he leaned over and gave her a kiss.“See you soon.”

“You think so?”

“I’m going to pull out all the stops.”

“I can’t wait.”She loved playful, sexy Bennett.This was definitely a win-win.

“Goodnight, everyone.It’s been a very nice evening,” Bennett told the group.

Everyone gave him their goodnights as well along with a promise for lunch from Mayor Elbert and an invitation for him and Kennedy to join Governor Ray and his wife sailing sometime soon.

Yeah, Kennedy wasn’t going sailing.She knew about boats, and the only ones she liked were airboats and pontoons.

She watched Bennett walk away, feeling that warm blanket of contentment settle around her again.

Okay, maybe she’d go sailing.For him.Once.

She sighed.Or as many times as he asked.

This weekend was proof that she would do just about anything for him.And that maybe it wouldn’t all totally suck.

Bennett Baxter was something.He had a lot of important things ahead of him.He needed a Leo.Someone who would be there, behind him, encouraging him, loving him, no matter what.

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