Luna’s POV
Ashton is already up when I appear in the kitchen the next morning. Surprised, I glance at the clock, thinking I must have overslept, but it’s barely past five am. I usually get at least half an hour of solitude before he gets up for early practice, why is he up so early?
The hockey star glances at me as I enter. before quickly looking away again, busying himself with the coffee machine in front of him.
‘Uh . . . . good morning’ I murmur tentatively.
‘Morning’ he mutters gruffly, still not turning around to look at me.
I frown, a knot of anxiety forming in my chest. Did I do something wrong? Did I offend him last night about the money? He seemed fine when he went upstairs to check on Beth, and I didn’t see him again before I turned in myself. . . S.hit did he get some bad n
