CORBIN
It took Hazel less than three minutes to dig the oversize Ziploc baggie with the thumb drive out of the ground. She waved it triumphantly in the air and smiled as if she’d won two million dollars, but really all she did was prove me wrong.
Because I was ninety-nine percent sure she’d forgotten where she buried the drive. The whole time we marched through the forest, she stared at each tree as if it personally offended her. I envisioned having to hire Ridge’s entire crew to sweep the forest floor with metal detectors in order to find it.
She’d been ecstatic to locate the drive, even waving it in my face as we walked out of the woods. I snatched it from her and hid it in my pocket, but I couldn’t find the same exuberance. Now that we recovered the drive, our time would end. I hadn’t figured out how to let her know my true feelings yet or to keep her around.
I needed more time.