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no. I want to hear about you and this sister of your s who talks too much. I want to know why you switched from painting in oils to watercol or, too.”
    So, instead of locking himself in his studio with his paintbrush, he spent the rest of the night telling Raine about his life in Seattle. Though she smiled when he mentioned his parents, there was sadness in her eyes, too. Was losing her family one of the things being famous had cost her? He wanted to ask, but she was al ready talking about his artwork again.
    He was usually the type of guy who kept things to himself, but at her prodding, he found himself telling her about what a debacle his most recent gallery show had been.
    “Well, I haven’t seen your oil paintings, but I think your watercolors are beautiful,” she said.
    Maybe she was just blowing sunshine up his ass , but his ego didn’t give a crap . She was good for it, and right then, that’s all he cared about. That wasn’t the only reason he opted to hang out with her instead of paint, though. As shocking as it sounded, he a ctually enjoyed talking to her. When she wasn’t being a diva, she was fun to be with. Not only did she laugh at his jokes—which could be lame at time s , he had to admit— but she knew how to laugh at herself, too. He liked that in a woman.
    It didn’t hurt that she was absolutely beautiful. He’d gotten so lost in t hose big, blue eyes of hers he almost forgot what he’d been going to say a few times. And when she talked, all he could focus on were her pillow soft lips and fantasize about kissing her. Which made him think about running his hands all of that gorgeous body. And yeah, that made sleeping a couple feet away from her pure torture.
     
    Logan was up before her again the next morning. Only this time, he was in the kitchen making coffee. Without a shirt. And damn, wasn’t that a nice sight to wake up to? Raine could have lay there gazing at him all day. She probably would have if he hadn’t turned around and caught her staring. She tried to look away, but his chisele d chest and six-pack abs were mesmerizing.
    “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said.
    She pushed her hair back from her face. “You didn’t.”
    “Coffee should be done in a minute.”
    “Great. ”
    Stifling a moan, Raine dragged her gaze away from all that glorious muscle and went into the bathroom. When she came back out, Logan had put on a shirt. Bummer. After a quick breakfast, he went into his studio , leaving her to ponder last night’s conversation.
    She couldn’t believe she’d told him all that stuff about herself. It was like talking to a therapist, only easier. Maybe because she didn’t know Logan. Or maybe because she instinctively knew he was so un - H ollywood she ’ d never have to worry about any of the stuff she’d told him showing up in the tabloids. She couldn’t remember the last time she ’ d talked to a guy about something that didn’t involve her — or him — attempt ing to get a part in a movie . While confiding in Logan had brought up some painful memories, it had also been cathartic. Once or twice, she’d been on the verge of telling him about her upcoming wedding, but every time she tried, she found herself asking him to reveal something about himself instead. She didn’t want to think about the wedding right now.
    Her gaze went to Logan’s studio. She would’ve liked to watch him paint, but the closed door probably meant he didn’t want to be disturbed, so she curled up on the couch and read in between watching the snow fall outside the cabin’s big window. It might not be the pampering she would have gotten at the thousand-dollar-a-day spa in Mountain Ridge, but it was pretty dang close.
    Logan came out of his studio around noon for lunch. As they talked over peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, she had a hard time reconciling him to the guy who’ d spanked her the first night . Then again, she was acting differently now, too. She hadn’t said a snide