And so had Livy’s determination. There was a goddamned needle in a haystack in the middle of a three-hundred-acre wildfire. Finding it shouldn’t really have come as a surprise. Livy Albert was tenacious and she’d always gone after what she wanted. That was how she’d been admitted to a top school. Maybe that was why her leaving had hurt so badly. She hadn’t wanted him enough to fight for him. Right now, though, her eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning as she dropped to the ground beside him, smoothing away the pine needles covering the industrial-sized sheet of plywood. How Holm Arthurs had moved that board this deep into the forest was one of the many questions Sam had. Followed by: Where the hell was the man now? Fire wasn’t the only danger in the woods tonight. “You want a hand?” He squatted down beside her. Sooner she got the lid off this unexpected hole in the ground, the sooner she’d be willing to move on. Because no way she wasn’t going to stop to take a peek.
