Ashton’s POV
Stepping out into the warm, afternoon air, I move through the practically deserted parking lot. My SUV sits alone in the team parking area, a solitary mass against the barren backdrop.
Reaching the vehicle, I unlock the doors, hauling open the back door and drop my bag onto the seat right next to Beth’s booster chair, a small, colourful reminder of what is at stake. I slam the door shut again and head back toward the front of the car.
Folding my arms tight across my chest, I lean back against the hood. I wait, my eyes fixed on the entrance, bracing myself for the woman who is about to hold my entire world in her hands for the next few weeks.
The seconds tick by as I check my watch. It’s been less than a minute, but with my nerves wound this tightly, it feels like an hour h
