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deep snow. If that C ro- M agnon had taken her to the spa like she ’ d asked him to, none of this would have happened . She ’d be getting a massage right now . But no, he had to take her to that shack he called a cabin. And if he hadn’t acted like a damn caveman and spanked her simply because she’d told the truth about a few things, she never would have left. Instead, she’d be sitting on the couch in front of the fire, curled up with her eReader and a mug of hot chocolate. Damn him !
    S he ducked her head and blinked back tears as a gust of wind almost knocked her off her feet. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a silver Denali slow alongside her. Figh ting the urge to run over to the truck, she lifted her chin and determinedly continued on her way, refusing to acknowledge Logan’s presence. There was no way she was goi ng back to that cabin with him.
    He reach ed across and open ed the passenger door. H er resolve weakened a little as she felt a blast of warm air hit her.
    She slowed her steps. Sixty miles was a long walk . It was even longer when you couldn’t feel your feet. B y coming to get her, Logan was all but admitting he’d been wrong. It could even be construed as an apology . Maybe she wouldn’t report him to the cops for assault after all.
    Raine came to a halt.
    The SUV stopped, too . She climbed in without a word. Ignoring the handsome man beside her, she put on her seat belt, then sat there huddled in the seat as she tried to keep from shivering . She wasn ’ t going to give Logan the s atisfaction of knowing how cold she was.
    She waited for him to tell her how stupid it’d been to leave in the middle of a snowstorm, but he was silent as he turned the truck around and drove back to the cabin. His tightlipped expression told her everything she needed to know. He was pissed he’d had to come get her. She supposed she couldn’t blame him.
    There was no way she’d ever admit it, but it had been dumb as hell to think she could walk sixty miles in a snowstorm. If Logan hadn’ t come after her, she probably wouldn’t have made it ten more minutes before succumbing to hypothermia. She knew she should thank him, but her pride wouldn’t let her.
    When they got back to the cabin, Logan came around to open the passenger door for her, then grabbed her bag.
    “Get out of those wet clothes and into the shower wh ile I make you something hot to drink,” he ordered after they got inside.
    Raine didn’t argue. Her jeans were soaked. Unfortunately, she hadn’t brought any other clothes with her, except for the dress she’d worn yesterday . Which left the tank top and shorts she’d slept in the night before.
    With a sigh, she picked up her bag and went into the bathroom to shower and change. When she came out, Logan was waiting for her in the living room. His gaze lingered on her bare legs before he cleared his throat and held out the mug in his hand. In his other hand was a bowl with a spoon sticking out of it.
    “ I made you cocoa and some oatmeal. Wrap yourself i n a blanket and sit in front of the fire. That should get you warmed up.”
    Her fingers brushed Logan’s as she took the mug , and the contact sent a surprising little tingle through her . Hoping to hide her shock, she sipped the hot liquid hastily. It burned her tongue, but she barely noticed. By the time she lifted her head to thank him, he ’ d set the bowl down and gone into his studio , closing the door. She sat on the couch and wrapped t he blanket around her.
    The combination of the roaring fire , mug of cocoa and bowl of oatmeal worked wonders, and within ten minutes her brush with hypothermia was a distant memory . She wiggled her toes under the blanket, relieved she could actually feel them again. She rested her head back on the couch and closed her eyes. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was at that fancy , expensive spa in Mountain Ridge. While the cabin didn’t have any of the amenities the spa had , it had