I pressed my hand against my nose before lifting my gaze to the man standing in front of me. He looked familiar… wait, he looked like—
“Mr. Hayes!” a woman’s voice called from behind us.
I froze the moment I heard his name. Slowly, I looked up and our eyes locked. I was stunned when I finally saw his face.
It was like staring at an older version of Garett. He’s literally the spitting image of his dad. They were the same height, too. The only difference lay in the hair and the build of their bodies.
Garett’s muscles were more defined, sharper, more youthful. His father, although still fit, carried the marks of age—slight looseness of skin, wrinkle lines across his face, and a receding hairline.
I instinctively stepped back from him. I expected him to yell at me or cause a scene. But th
