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hunting and marking the leather gun cases with the wrong price, he’d had enough of her incompetence.
    But a spanking? What was he, a damn caveman?
    No, just a guy who’d had a girlfriend in college who liked him to spank her for being “naughty.” Yeah, well warming a woman’s ass during some roleplaying fantasy was completely different than doing it for real, especially when it was one of his employees.
    He stole a look at Kendall as he fished for a float that had rolled under a shelf. She was focused on picking up the red and white balls, her face unreadable. He knew he should apologize for spanking her, but right now he wasn’t sure he trusted himself enough to speak. He was still too pissed off.
    Thankfully, the phone rang. He normally wouldn’t have answered it since it was after closing, but he practically vaulted over the counter to grab it before whoever it was hung up.
    “Outdoor Outfitters.”
    “I was afraid you’d already be closed. A few of my buddies and I are looking to sign up for one of your fly-fishing tours.”
    Jason reached for the mouse and opened the computer’s calendar program. “Um, yeah, sure. When are you looking at going?”
    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kendall drop the last of the floats into the bin, then carefully step away from the rack so she wouldn’t knock it over again. She glanced over at him, chewing on her lip as he explained to the man what kind of tours they offered. He had the feeling she was debating whether to hang around and talk to him before she left. She must have decided she didn’t feel like waiting because a few moments later, she went into the back and grabbed her purse, then left.
    Jason followed her with his gaze. Or more precisely, followed her tight, little jean-clad ass. Spanking might have been one of his more stupid moves, but seeing her heart-shaped derriere wiggle had sure as hell been fun to watch.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Kendall was still in her bathrobe the next morning when someone knocked on the cabin door. She hoped it was Jason coming to apologize. Though considering he hadn’t seen fit to do it last night at the store, she doubted he’d drive all the way out here to beg her forgiveness this morning. Even if he had, it wouldn’t change her mind about quitting.
    Setting down her mug of coffee on the kitchen counter, she went to answer the door. Relief coursed through her when she saw Gabby standing on the doorstep.
    “Hey!” Her friend breezed past Kendall into the cabin. “I wasn’t sure if you’d left for work already or not. How are things going at the store? Isn’t Jason just as gorgeous as you remember?”
    Kendall opened the cabinet and took out another mug. Actually, Jason was more gorgeous than she remembered. More of a Neanderthal than she remembered, too.
    “So?” Gabby prompted when she didn’t answer.
    Kendall shrugged as she poured coffee into the mug. “I’m not sure if retail work is my thing.”
    “Even if it means spending time with Jason?”
    Setting the mug down on the table in front of Gabby, Kendall sat down across from her friend. “Jason’s part of the problem.”
    Gabby frowned. “What do you mean?”
    Kendall told her friend about coming up short on the cash drawer, followed by her argument with a customer about the evils of hunting, then her subsequent error regarding the gun cases.
    “And as if that weren’t enough,” she added, “I knocked over a whole rack of those red and white floaty balls you use for fishing right in front of him. The damn things went all over the place.”
    Gabby laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
    Kendall made a face. “Jason certainly didn’t think it was very amusing.”
    “I don’t imagine he would. He didn’t fire you, did he?”
    “No.” Kendall stared down at her coffee. “He didn’t have to. I quit. Well, I’m going to quit when I go in this morning.”
    “Quit.” Her friend frowned. “Wow. Jason must have really said