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    Damn. Had he and the Diva actually had a civilized conve rsation? Maybe he and Raine could s urvive being cooped up together after all. As long as he spent most of his time in his studio and she didn’t, they’d get along just fine.
    Logan set down the mug of cocoa and picked up his paint brush , then dipped it in the jar of water on the table. Wiping off the excess water so the brush wouldn’t be too wet, he loaded the soft bristles with color , but inste ad of focusing on painting, his gaze went to the door.
    Raine had left it ajar, and through the opening he could see her curled up on the couch, reading. She hadn’t pulled the blanket around her, and from where he was standing, he had a perfect view of her long, shapely legs left bare by the skimpy shorts . He could just make out the slight curve of her ass , too . The sight of all that satin skin was almost hypnotizing . He swore under his breath as he felt his groin tighten .
    For a self-centered brat who irritated the hel l out of him, she was damn hot. And her ass was just about as perfect as you could get. Something he’d noticed while he’d been spanking her . He’d just been too pissed off to appreciate it. That was one derriere he wouldn’t mind spanking for fun—which, up until last night, was the only reason he’d ever spanked a woman. Raine didn’t see m like the type who’ d go for it, though. Too bad.
    Ignoring his now rock-hard cock, he put some more paint on his brush and turned his attention back to the painting he was working on. While it didn’t completely keep him from thinking about Raine and her gorgeous ass, it managed to distract him. At least until she came back into his studio a few hours later. One look at thos e long legs and his erection was back.
    “Dinner’s ready whenever you are,” she said.
    He dragged his gaze away from her nearly naked body. “I’ll be right out.”
    She n od ded and left. When he went into the main part of the cabin, she was just taking the casserole from the oven. He would have helped by setting the table but by the time he finished washing up, she had everything out.
    The casserole not only smelled amazing, but looked incredible, and Logan’s stomach growled as she scooped some onto his plate. He picked up h i s fork and immediately dug in.
    “Wow,” he said. “This is excellent.”
    She gave him an amused look. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.”
    “I can’t help it.” He loaded his fork again. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t strike me as the domestic type.”
    “I’m not really. But thanks to my mom, I love to cook.” She shrugged. “I have a personal chef now, so I don’t get to do it as much I’d like. Florian doesn’t like me messing with his kitchen. ”
    Logan frowned. “But he does the cooking at your house, right?”
    She nodded. “He’s very proprietary about the kitchen, though. I only go in there on his days off. His food is amazing, and it’s sort of expected I have a chef, so I put up with him .”
    That didn’t make a lick of sense to Logan, but if she was okay with the guy taking over her kitchen, whatever. “ I take it he doesn’t like your mom cooking in there either when she comes to visit , huh?”
    A momentary look of sadness streaked across her face. “My parents don’ t live in LA . ”
    “ Oh. Where do they live?”
    “ Michigan .”
    He thought he ’d picked up a little Midwest in her voice when she’d gotten mad at him last night. “ A Michigan girl? That must be where you picked up your intimate knowledge of what kind of clothes to wear in a blizzard then. ”
    Considering that had been one of the things that had started last night’s fight, he probably shouldn’t tease her about it. But instead of getting offended, she gave him a n embarrassed look.
    “To tell the truth, I’ve been in LA so long, I didn’ t think about what the weather would be like up here.”
    He could have ri bbed her good about