Strong arms wrapped around her. “Don’t worry,” Logan said. “I’ve got you.”

She clung to his neck as he gathered her closer. She could feel his heart beat against her chest, or was that hers? Random thoughts popped in and out. How had he reached her so fast? Did he think she was clumsy? Too heavy?

Pathetic. He’d saved her, and all she could think about was her weight. Still…

She squirmed in his arms. “Thank you, but you can put me down.”

“And blow my one chance to rescue a beautiful damsel in distress? Not a chance. Besides, we’re almost there.”

Although the bagpipes were louder and she could hear the haunting notes of a flute, the mist was as dense as ever. “How can you tell?” she said.

She felt a rumble of laughter rise in his chest. “It’s a guess. I haven’t a clue.”