Page 89 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“Hey, Leo had you coming home Saturday.”

Bennett sighed.

“Okay, look, Baxter, we need to talk,” Owen said.“We can’t take it anymore.You have to fix this.”

“I’ve tried.”Kennedy Landry was as stubborn as she was sexy and sassy.She’d decided she was angry with him for not believing that she should run for office.

And she was making him pay.

Not by yelling at him.Not by crying.Not by dumping gumbo on his head.

It was way worse than that.

For one, she wasn’t speaking to him.She wasn’t even making eye contact with him when he came into the room.He was tempted to grab her and back her up against a wall andmakeher look at and talk to him, but he was quite sure that his nuts would be feeling it for a week if he did.

But worse than pretending that she couldn’t see or hear him, was that she was making her family miserable.And making sure they knew it was because she was pissed off.And that she was pissed off because of Bennett.

The Landrys did crazy, over-the-top, make-sure-everyone-knows stuff when they fell in love.They also, apparently, did that when someone had wronged them.

“The coffeesucks,” Owen said.“I mean itsucks.”

“I think she put dirt in it.Literally,” Josh said.

“You all drink it with chicory in it,” Bennett pointed out.

“Don’t you ever fucking insinuate that chicory and dirt are similar,” Owen told him crossly.

Bennett felt his brows rise.He would have expected Owen to defend the local specialty coffee, but his annoyance was clearly turned up a notch.And likely because he was lacking caffeine.

Making her family take sides was one thing.Making them actually miserable and pissy and no fun to be around was something else.

Kennedy was clever.

“And when I made a point of getting to the office before she did the other day to make the coffee,” Owen went on.“She came in, saw it, marched right over to the pot, and dumped it out.”

“You can’t get coffee in here from Ellie?”Bennett asked.

He knew all of this was designed to makehimmiserable.If the Landrys were unhappy, he was unhappy.If they knew that their unhappiness was because of him—worse, if they knew their coffee was bad because of him—he was going to have no allies.

“We can’t be traipsing up and down from Ellie’s all fucking morning,” Owen said, again more irritable than usual.

“Well, especially when she’s working our asses off,” Josh added with a frown.“She’s booking us tours back-to-back and completely filling our boats.I barely have time to breathe.”

“And I’m sleeping like shit on top of it,” Owen said.“She called me at three a.m.to get a possum out of the pantry.”

“There was a possum in Ellie’s pantry?”Bennett asked, already knowing the answer.

Owen glowered at him.“No.”

“Same here, except that she came over banging on our door,” Josh said.“Claimed that some guy was sneaking around their backyard.”

“Didn’t that wake Tori up, too?”Bennett asked.

Josh gave him a look that said,Man, are you stupid.“Of course it did.So then she was sleep deprived and a little crabby the next day.And guess who gets the brunt of that?The guy living with her.”

“What did she do to you?”Bennett asked Sawyer.

The big man gave a disgusted snort.“She got Leo drunk and sent him over to my house to sleep it off.”

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