Jack's Cabin: Ashleigh D/Jack R
Jack hadn't been expecting anyone and the people that knew where he lived were few and far between. Not that he minded an impromptu visit, but the knock still caught him off guard and Spot headed for the door with a single, rough bark to whoever was on the other side.
"Shh, boy," came Jack's muffled voice from behind the door. At least he'd put a green polo on after he'd spent the morning working on the land around his cabin, instead of going around shirtless as he'd taken to doing lately. With no one out here but him, it didn't seem like he needed it, especially with it being summer. He still wore jeans though, the thighs bleached lighter from wear. He pulled open the door, brows coming together. "Hello?"
She looked like -- Ashleigh. But older. A sister maybe? "How can I help you?" He asked as one hand strayed down to Spot's collar to keep him from rushing out to investigate the new person on their doorstep.