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something to upset you.”
    “It’s not what he said,” Kendall muttered. “It’s what he did.”
    “What did he do?”
    Dammit. The words were out before she could stop herself. There was no way she could tell her friend about getting spanked. That would be beyond humiliating.
    She gulped her coffee. “Nothing.”
    “It’s obviously not nothing if you’re this upset about it.”
    “I’m not upset.”
    Gabby lifted a brow.
    Kendall got up and dumped what was left of her coffee in the sink, then rinsed out the mug. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
    “But you did, and now I’m curious.” Gabby came over to lean against the counter. “I’m going to keep bugging you until you tell me what it is, you know that.”
    Kendall groaned inwardly. She knew it. Her friend was like a dog after a damn bone sometimes.
    She put the mug in the drying rack with a thud. “He spanked me, okay? Jason spanked me.”
    Gabby stared at her for what must have been a full minute before she burst out laughing. “Spanked you?”
    Kendall glared at her. “Yes. And it’s not funny!”
    Gabby immediately made a straight face. “It’s not. You’re right. It’s just that I can’t believe he spanked you right there in front of everyone.” Her brow furrowed. “I can’t believe it’s not all over town already, either.”
    Kendall leaned back against the counter and folded her arms. “He didn’t do it in front of everyone. The store was already closed. We were the only two there.”
    “Oh. Well, that doesn’t make it quite as bad.”
    Kendall fixed her with a hard look.
    Gabby had the grace to look chagrined. “Okay, it’s still pretty bad. But from the sounds of it, you probably deserved it.”
    Kendall stared at her incredulously. “What?”
    Her friend shrugged. “Sometimes that LA attitude of yours can be pretty hard to take. It’s no surprise that Jason doesn’t have the patience for it.”
    “I don’t have an attitude.”
    “Yes, you do. You were halfway to becoming a snob back in high school, and it’s only gotten worse since you moved to LA.”
    “Thanks a lot.” Kendall walked to the table and picked up Gabby’s half full mug, dumping her coffee in the sink. “God, Gabby, I thought you were supposed to be my friend.”
    “I am your friend. Which is why I didn’t say anything to you.” She frowned at the empty mug. “I wasn’t done with that.”
    Kendall ignored her. “I have to get ready for work. I’m sure you can find your way out.”
    But Gabby followed her down the hallway and into the bedroom. “I thought you were going to quit.”
    “I am, but I can’t very well give Jason my resignation in my bathrobe, now can I?”
    Gabby didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned against the doorjamb, looking thoughtful.
    Kendall frowned as she pulled on her jeans and buttoned them. “Do you really think I’m a snob?”
    “Sometimes,” her friend admitted. “Like when you look down on Copper Canyon because we don’t drive fifty-thousand-dollar cars and live in multi-million-dollar mansions like people in LA.”
    Kendall grabbed a navy blue T-shirt from the drawer, scowling when she realized it was from Outdoor Outfitters after she put it on. “Not everyone in LA drives ridiculously expensive cars and lives in a mansion. And I don’t look down on Copper Canyon.” She started to pull off the shirt, then hesitated. “Do I?”
    Gabby nodded.
    Kendall flushed. “I don’t mean to. But even so, that doesn’t give Jason Maxwell the right to spank me whenever he wants. He even had the nerve to accuse me of deliberately doing all of that stuff—coming up short on the cash drawer and knocking over the rack of fishing stuff—because I was trying to get back at him for something he did in high school.”
    “Were you?”
    Kendall picked up a pair of hoop earrings from the dresser. “Of course not. What would I want to get back at him for?”
    Gabby shrugged. “For never asking you out,