Not a peep. I look down at Maggie, she looks up at me, sneezes, then looks at the door like she’s waiting for me to open it.
Hmm.
Yes, I can just let myself in, drop off his towels, and come back later.
Good idea, Maggie! My dog’s so smart.
I tentatively turn the handle, checking to see if I need to use my master key, but the knob turns. Wherever he went, he left his door unlocked.
Not that this isn’t a safe area. It is. But still…
The hinges creak a little when I slowly push the wood door open. WD-40 is my first thought. Then as I peer into the dark interior of the small cabin, my second thought is…
Holy f**k.
Nick Landis sprawls across the bed on his belly from corner to corner, his head turned away from the door, the sheet barely covering his long, n***d body, one teeny-tiny cor
