FIFTY-ONE.

REGAN'S POV.

My face contorted into a frown as I stared in horror while Max pet the hairy beast. He brought me all the way to his house to show me whatever solution he said he had for me. Why then are we a stable, full of stinking horses, cats and dogs?

"Max, shouldn't we be looking at my solution?"

I snapped, trying so damn hard to hold onto the little patience I still had left.

"And you're looking at it!"

He gave that goofy smile of his. I raised a brow.

"A puppy?"

He grinned even wider and nodded enthusiastically. Was he crazy?

"A PUPPY! ARE YOU CRAZY? "

His smile dropped and he scooped the little thing into his arms before approaching me.

"Iris needs company when you're away and trust me, the best buddies in the world are dogs."