Allison frowned. Tristan always had a way of speaking that left room for misinterpretation.
If she was the owner, what did that make him? He was clearly the owner!
Why did he always say things that could be so easily misunderstood?
However, she did like dogs. Her foster parents had a dog when she was little, but one day, it went out to play and never returned, leaving her heartbroken for a long time.
The dog's disappearance left a lasting void in her heart.
She hadn't dared to have another pet since, afraid that she couldn't take responsibility for it. But seeing the little golden retriever, she couldn't hide her delight.
Wait, how did he know she liked dogs? She felt like Tristan knew a lot about her, more than he should.
Allison's scrutinizing gaze fell on him.
"A friend went abr
