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Dylan, Dylan, Dylan. Dylan this, Dylan that—Dylan got everything she wanted. That was all she’d heard about for days, Dylan .

Abby watched Fletcher come in, look around, and go straight to her.

“You are glaring at Dylan again. Stop it,” a quiet voice said behind her. “Jealousy is really uncool.”

Abby turned. “Shut up and do the credit receipts, Caitlyn.”

“You aren’t my supervisor, Abby. You never have been. And I know you’ve been spreading those rumors about Dylan. It’s really not cool. Fletcher is in love with her, not you. She got him first. You probably should move on.”

Abby grabbed Caitlyn by the arm and squeezed. Until the younger woman yanked her arm back. Abby almost fell over.

“Keep your hands off me,” Caitlyn said, glaring. “If you don’t stop spreading rumors and saying nasty things about people that work here, I’m going to report you myself. Braelyn will just have to deal with it.”

“Stupid bitch.” Abby shifted to block her. Caitlyn was a few inches taller than she was, but she was skinny. And Abby was a hell of a lot more experienced dealing with stupid bitches like her. “You get in my way here, Cait, and I will make you pay for it.”

Caitlyn didn’t back away. “Seriously, Abby. Time to grow up.”

“Just stay out of my way.” Abby shouldered past the stupid bitch and bumped her on purpose. Caitlyn just stared at her. “Just because you are friends with a Talley doesn’t make you so special. Remember that.”