Free The Real Thing by Paige Tyler

n’t that the oils weren’t great, she just liked the watercolors more.
    Going back the screen that showed the rest of the matches, she found a review for the current show and clicked on it. Clearly , the critic hadn’t liked the watercolors as much as she did. The terms he used ranged from “juvenile” to “unrefined.” Raine frowned. She was no stranger to poor reviews, but this one was definitely off the mark. Logan’s watercolors weren’t juvenile or unrefined. They were gorgeous. But she supposed the art world had its politics just like Hollywood did. Movie critics hated when actors switched genres . Obviously , art critics did, too .
    Raine wanted to click on every link Google had for Logan, but she had a script to read. Grabbing it, she curled up on the couch and got down to work. Or tried to anyway. Her gaze kept going back to the painting above the fireplace , and every time it did, she couldn’t help thinking one of Logan’s watercolors would look so much better filling that space.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    “Seattle?” Chloe said the word as if she’d never heard of the place before. “What’ s in Seattle?”
    Logan .
    But Raine couldn’t say that. “The re’s this art gallery there I want to check out.”
    Her friend frowned. “Since when are you interested in art?”
    Since I fell for a hunky artist with a penchant for spanking .
    Raine zipped her weekender bag. “Since I heard about the art gallery.”
    “Oh.” Chloe pushed a stray curl back. “Well, do you want me to go with you? I can be packed in fifteen minutes.”
    “Don’t be silly. Stay here and enjoy your days off.” Raine grinned. “Kidnap that hottie on the film crew you’ve been crushing on and go sightseeing.”
    She gave Chloe a wave, then grabbed her bag and hurried out of the hotel room before she could change her mind.
    She wasn’t going to Seattle to see Logan, she told herself as she waited for the valet to bring around her rented Jaguar. She was going to the gallery to see his paintings. If he just happened to be there, then…
    Then she’d tell him she had some free time in between filming pick-up shots in Vancouver , and that she’d come down to Seattle to check out his paintings. It was true.
    Besides, he probably wouldn’t even be at the gallery. He might still be at the cabin. God, she hoped not.
    The three-hour drive from Vancouver seemed to take forever. Probably because she was so keyed up. She hadn’t been this nervous since her first audition.
    The gallery was just down the street from Pike’s Place Market . Logan’s paintings weren’t the only ones on display, but they filled the majority of the store. A petite middle-age woman was at the ornate desk just inside the entryway. She looked up from her phone conversation to smile at Raine, mouthing something that looked like, “I’ll be right with you.” Raine returned her smile , then wandered across the gallery .
    Logan’s paintings had looked good on the net, but in real life, they were breathtaking, and as she studied the m, she found herself picturing him working on them. Though they were all spectacular, one in particular caught her attention. It depicted a small cabin nestled in the trees and surrounded by snow-capped mountains.  It took her a moment to realize it was the same one where she’d spent the weekend with him, and she smiled.
    “Logan McBride is one of our most popular local artists, ” a woman’s voice said. “Though he usually works in oils, this is his first foray into watercolors.”
    Raine turned to see that the woman had left her desk and come to stand beside her. “He’s very talented . ” She turned back to the painting of the cabin . “I especially like this one.”
    The woman smiled. “ That’s actually a cabin he has up in the mountains in northern California.”
    Raine almost admitted she knew where it was, but caught herself just in time. “It’s beautiful.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    The woman fell