Luna’s POV
I consider heading to the office to tackle some of the tasks that I had to abandon to take care of Ashton’s daughter, but I quickly decide against it. Trevor was pretty clear that for the next two weeks at least, my sole title is nanny to the pro hockey player. Besides, what do I really have to do that is pressing anyway?
I head down the road with no destination in mind, taking random turnings, following the flow of traffic only to find myself pulling up outside of the local coffee shop just down the road from the arena twenty minutes later.
After parking the SUV in a free spot outside, I reach into my purse, opening my wallet and tip a shower of coins into my palm. I count them with practiced precision; I have just enough for a small coffee, I hope, I haven’t had a coffee ma
