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    The house had just about every luxury a person might want. There was a gym, a room massage room, a room that was apparently dedicated to wrapping presents, an indoor pool…it was mind boggling. I walked around for an hour and never saw the same room twice.
    By the time I found the kitchen, Logan was already there, sautéing something that smelled absolutely divine on the stove.
    “What can I do to help?”
    He glanced over at me. “Just keep me company.”
    “That I can do.”
    I jumped up onto the counter a small distance from where his pan was popping and sizzling, grabbing a bottle of wine that was sitting there. I opened it and filled both glasses also sitting out, assuming that was his intention, handing him his as he finished seasoning his skillet of vegetables.
    “What are we having?”
    “A homemade chicken soup with crostini with mozzarella cheese and tomatoes.”
    “That sounds…complicated.”
    “It’s really pretty simple. Just seems difficult.”
    I sipped my wine and looked around the kitchen, impressed by the yards and yards of marble countertop, the restaurant-style refrigerator, and the massive gas stove. I could see why someone who liked to cook would like a room like this.
    “Have you lived in Portland all your life?”
    I looked up and caught Logan studying me. He’d set down his wine glass and was stirring his vegetables, but not really watching what he was doing. A couple of translucent onion slices came out of the skillet, making a funny sound when they burned in the fire.
    “No. I grew up in the Bend area, mostly.”
    “Bend?”
    “It’s in the eastern part of the state. There’s a ski resort nearby, so it’s kind of a touristy town.”
    “Do you ski?”
    I laughed into my wine glass. “I don’t think you can honestly call what I do skiing. I’m not that athletic.”
    “Can I tell you a secret?”
    “Sure,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as excited as I felt.
    A secret from Logan Mitchell? I was really moving up in the world.
    “I’m not that athletic, either. I would prefer to watch a good horror movie than go for a run with my trainer…but with my chosen career…”
    “You like horror movies?”
    “Love them.”
    I smiled as heat crept up my cheeks. “Me too.”
    Logan turned his attention back to his cooking vegetables, but he glanced at me even as he poured something that looked like weak chicken broth over them.
    “What’s your favorite?”
    I groaned as I leaned my head back and pretended to think hard on his question. The truth was, however, it was no guessing game.
    “I’m always torn between Psycho and The Birds .”
    Logan’s eyebrows rose. “I don’t know. I’m more partial to the Stephen King arena. Carrie, Salem’s Lot, and Christine are my absolute favorites.”
    “Really?”
    He shrugged. “But I’ll always sit through a showing of The Fly .”
    “The original or the Jeff Goldblum remake?”
    He groaned as he stirred the concoction bubbling in his skillet. “Vincent Price is amazing, but you can’t really turn your nose up at Goldblum either. It’s kind of a neck to neck race.”
    A man after my own heart. That was exactly what I’d tried to explain to Madison last fall during one of our many movie marathons.
    “I love Goldblum, but I prefer him in something like Jurassic Park or Independence Day. ”
    “Oh, don’t get me started on Independence Day !”
    “I know,” I said, taking a sip of my wine. “It has a million plot problems, but it is just so over to the top that I can’t help but love it.”
    “Yeah, my thoughts exactly.”
    I smiled. We really were on the same page. I had never met anyone else who felt the exact same way about movies as me. Most of my friends thought I was insane when I wanted to curl up and watch a cheesy horror movie, like Logan’s Zombie Vacation , instead of going to some club where the music was too loud and the alcohol too free-flowing. Not that I didn’t like a