Sweet. Tae didn’t know why Echo’s words stirred a longing inside her. After this was all over—if it would ever be all over—she was going back to her lab in Seattle, resuming her life. Alone.

No way was she ending up a grieving widow like her mother, thank you very much.

And she should probably remember that around Colt Kingston, despite his brown eyes and flannel-covered muscles.

Outside, the wind had died, sunlight shone upon the tent as the sun rose in the east. She rolled over and closed her eyes. Sunk into the warmth of her bag.

Tried to keep Colt out of her head.

Instead, she found herself in the airplane, the brutal wind tossing the plane, the scream of the engines in her ears, Sergei’s hot breath on her face, his hands around her neck. The pilot shouting at him in Russian, probably to buckle up.

Then the plane started to spin, and everything turned to shadow, and—

“Tae! Wake up!”

She opened her eyes, and Echo was there, above her, hands on her shoulders. What?

Right. Camp.

The tent blazed orange, the sun clearly high in the sky, and her entire body had worked up a sweat.

“You were shouting,” Echo said.

Tae blinked at her. “Sorry. Nightmare.”

“Everything okay in there?”

Echo let Tae go, and she sat up just as the tent door unzipped. Colt crouched in front of it, fully dressed, with the sun at his back like a halo, the ground thawing behind him.

“Just a dream,” Tae said.

He met her gaze. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, a nightmare.”

“Or a memory.”

She sighed. Lifted a shoulder.

“Well, that’s about enough of that.”

Indeed. She nodded. Because probably Sergei was dead and she could come out of hiding and they’d be safe and . . .

And if she clicked her heels three times and said, “There’s no place like home,” the nightmare would be over.

Mm-hmm. She climbed out of her sleeping bag, aware of the chill that permeated her body. But the air had warmed since last night.

“Listen,” Colt said. “The sun is out, and the ice is melting. We’ll be out of here as soon as breakfast is over.” He reached in for her sleeping bag, probably to stuff it away.

“Did you get ahold of anyone at the ranch?” Echo asked as she climbed out, pulling her sleeping bag behind her.

Tae followed her out into the sunlight. Yes, a beautiful day, the storm clouds gone, the mountains glorious in their hulking repose, a layer of fresh snow at the peaks. Not a hint of yesterday’s terror in the air.

So maybe he was right. Maybe she was safe.

“No,” he said. “But it’s five a.m. No reason for anyone to be up.”

She turned to look at him. He wore a strange expression.