“I know I don’t have to.” Max reached for the door handle and pulled it open, clearly not willing to listen to her protests, “but I want to.” He gestured for her to enter, and with a small nod of gratitude, she did so, heading for the stairs at a pace that was slightly more rushed than normal.
Max followed as Lexi tried to think of what she would’ve said to him at this juncture if whatever oddity had passed between them hadn’t taken place. Words were failing her, but it ended up not making any difference; as they reached the landing at the top of the stairs, she froze in horror and outrage at the spectacle in front of her door.
“What is that?” Max asked as Lexi approached what could only be described as another outlandish gift from Tyson.
In front of her door, a large stuffed bear, almo
