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maybe?”
    “That’s not only ridiculous. It’s petty.”
    “That doesn’t mean you weren’t subconsciously doing it.”
    Kendall put on one earring, then the other. “High school was a long time ago. And even if I did still have a thing for Jason, I certainly wouldn’t go out with him after he spanked me.”
    Wouldn’t she? She wasn’t so sure. He might be a brute, but he was still an attractive brute. God, maybe she needed a therapist more than she thought.
    Or maybe she needed to stop being such a drama queen. Jason shouldn’t have spanked her, but she should have done her job better. Since they were both at fault, it might be easier to just forget about who did what and start fresh. Besides, if she quit, he’d only think she was a wimp who was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Well, she was no wimp. Never had been, and never would be.
    She brushed her hair, put on some lip gloss, then gave her reflection a silent stamp of approval before grabbing her purse.
    Gabby frowned. “If you’re going to quit, shouldn’t you wear something else? Jason might want those shirts back.”
    “I’m not quitting.”
    “You’re not?”
    “No.” She led the way to the cabin’s main room and scooped up her keys from the kitchen counter. “As long as Jason doesn’t spank me again, it’s all good.”
    “Don’t you mean as long as you don’t give him reason to spank you again?” Gabby asked as she followed her outside.
    “That, too,” Kendall agreed.
    And really, hard could that be?
    * * * * *
    She wasn’t sure what to expect when she got to Outdoor Outfitters. An apology from Jason would have been nice, but he acted as if the spanking had never happened. While she wouldn’t have minded him begging her forgiveness, part of her was relieved he hadn’t mentioned it. Unfortunately, forgetting about it was easier said than done, especially when all she could seem to think about every time she looked at him was that strong hand of his smacking her ass. In retrospect, the spanking hadn’t hurt all that much. In fact, the sting had all but disappeared by the time she’d left last night. The embarrassment, on the other hand, wasn’t as easily forgotten.
    On the way over, she’d tried to convince herself that what she said to Gabby about not being interested in Jason was true, but that didn’t stop her from giving him sidelong glances when he wasn’t looking. Even now, sitting on the floor unpacking a box of camping equipment, her gaze strayed in his direction.
    He was talking with a customer about fly-fishing, and though she was only half paying attention to their conversation, his deep voice made her pulse beat a little faster. She thumped a water canteen down on the shelf with a groan. A discussion about fly-fishing was about as far from erotic as you could get, and all she could think about was how much she wanted to jump his bones. How the heck could she still be having those thoughts after what Jason had done? The man had spanked her, for heaven’s sake. She shouldn’t want to go out with him, much less sleep with him. Just because she’d decided to forget about the spanking he’d given her didn’t mean she’d forgive him for doing it.
    Determined to put thoughts of Jason from her mind once and for all, Kendall spent the rest of the day concentrating on her job. Other than having to bite her tongue when a pair of hunters came in asking for Buck Lure, the day was blissfully uneventful.
    Thankfully, so was the rest of the week. Not only did she do her job well, but she succeeded in ignoring Jason. Most of the time, anyway. However, there were times— like when he flashed her that devastating grin of his—that ignoring him was almost a monumental task. It didn’t help that all the other employees asked to get off work early on Saturday to go to some big party, leaving her alone with Jason for the rest of the day. It was damn difficult to avoid him when they were the only ones there. Closing time