I WOKE TO ERIK’S MURMURING voice. My face was pressed against something firm and warm, and I curved in closer, sighing happily.
Once I realized what I was doing in my half-conscious state, I froze.
Blinking rapidly, I withdrew, brushing my tangled hair off my cheeks. The sleigh had stopped moving and Erik turned to me. A smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty is back with us.”
I scowled and rubbed at my eyes, straightening up. “How long was I out?”
“About thirty minutes.” He paused, his eyes lingering over my face. “We’ve made it to camp.”
Camp, I deduced, as I peered out of the window, was a small log cabin built into the mountainside. The snow had thankfully stopped for the time being, but it was over a foot deep in some places.
Erik held out his arms. “I
