There’s no knocker or doorbell—I’m guessing you don’t need those way out here—so I raise my fist and bang on the wood. Before I can even drop my hand, the door is yanked open so hard I almost fall into the entranceway. What greets me on the other side is a wild tangle of curly dark hair, wetted locks that sit against tanned, damp skin, and fearsome hazel eyes. And the man before me is naked, except for a towel.
