Sabrina wrapped her hair, wet from the outdoor shower she had just taken, up in a bun, and began to unzip the flap of her tent.

It had been a long day of hiking up Eagle Mountain on a hunt for Chester

Copperton's treasure that was supposedly buried somewhere nearby. Sabrina and at least

15 other eager people had been searching for it for months now, after several clues about the treasure's location

had been released on a blog.

She was getting close and she could feel it.

Sabrina breathed in the forest air one last time, but then a loud sneeze caught her attention.

It was followed by three more sneezes and a quiet, Jesus Christ.

Sabrina took a few steps through the brush and saw a tall, dark-haired man,

hanging up some clothes to dry on a line, stretched between two trees. The sound of a twig snapping

underneath her boot must have caught his attention. And before Sabrina could hide, the guy was

inviting her to his camp. Sorry, she said shyly. I wasn't spying.

I think I saw you up on the trail today.

The guy introduced himself as Sam and poured Sabrina a cup of decaf coffee.

The sun was setting, only glimpses of orange light glinting through the pine trees.

They talked about their plans for the following day, the new trail they'd take, and by the time their conversation died off,

the sun had fully set. They were sitting side by side in two camping chairs, and Sam's nearly tipped over as he leaned in to kiss her.

Sabrina hadn't been expecting to make a connection with another treasure hunter,

especially since they were kind of like competitors.

At the same time, Sabrina had been so focused on her journalism job

in the treasure hunt that she hadn't had much time for love or sex lately. It felt good to let loose,

to fall into his tent with him. She was grateful she had showered, although she regretted

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