“It’s a dog.” I laughed and shook my head. “I know it’s a dog. But why is he wearing a blue bow and sitting in the laundry room?” “He’s your birthday gift.” “No fucking way. You got me a dog?” “Yep.” I turned to face him. “You have a wife now, so when you’re away at the firehouse, he’ll be with me. He’ll be part of our little family. Saylor already agreed to watch him when I go to Dallas and you have a shift.”
