Ashton’s POV
The fear that was clawing at me loosens its grip on my lungs as I blow out a breath. I walk slowly up to them and stop a foot from the quiet woman who is watching me uncertainly.
‘How long has she been asleep?’ I ask gruffly.
‘She fell asleep about five minutes before the final buzzer’ Luna whispers back. She looks down at my daughter, a soft look of genuine affection crossing her face that causes an uncomfortable twist in my stomach. ‘She’ll be disappointed that she missed the win,’ she murmurs, like she knows my daughter, ‘you played really well,’ she adds. Suddenly her cheeks flame red, and she drops her chin, chewing her lip nervously.
‘Thanks’ I mutter awkwardly, a spark of irritation pricks me over how she seems to be so anxious around me.
Luna nods silently. The co
