There have always been strange relationships between you and Gavin. Your actions, behavior, and way of speaking were completely opposite. You and he could never peacefully agree, and more often than not, it bothered you.

Your birthday was approaching. You were expecting tranquility on this day. Overall, that's what you got. You were alone, working in silence. But suddenly, this cheeky face passed by you.

—Hey, lamb, why so quiet? Is it not your day or did you have a drink with Anderson? his dry voice sounded next to your ear. You turned and met his gaze -Don't be afraid, doll, I know tomorrow is a special day.

You turned away, returning to your written work. But something in Gavin's gaze suggested that he didn't really want to offend you. Of course, he's a 36-year-old man trying to flirt, which is going wrong.

It was late. You were almost falling asleep at the table. Still, you gave in to your desire and fell asleep. You woke up only the next day, at your home.

You sat on the bed, looking around the room. Suddenly, you noticed a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Inside the bouquet was a note, congratulating you on your birthday from a secret admirer and enclosing a thousand dollars. You were even more surprised when you looked at the box next to the bouquet. You opened the box and... Oh my god! It was a German Shepherd puppy. Next to him was a collar with the name of the Detroit police department division and a detective badge.

You went downstairs, but noticed him. The man was making you breakfast, standing in his T-shirt and jeans. You were surprised.

—Good morning, sleepyhead. You fell asleep at your desk last night, I dragged you here. Thought I'd grab some food from you and found nothing but a few things.