Okay. Now or never.
I knock once on the front door's wood paneling, peeking into the cabin through the stained glass panes.
Everything's a jewel-colored blur through the glass, but I can just make out the shapes of furniture in the hallway and a light at the end of the hall – probably a window or another door.
I wait a few seconds before knocking again, louder this time.
There's a sound like someone falling over something, followed by muttered cursing.
My heart skips a beat as the front door suddenly swings open.
Lyall is standing in front of me wearing nothing but his boxers and a pair of fluffy pink bunny slippers.
His reddish-brown hair is flat on one side and sticking out on the other, a cinnamon-colored bed head disaster that he still somehow manages to make look adorable. His
