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Author: Justina
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Avery’s POV

The night air was crisp as Asher led Avery out of the grand ballroom, his grip on her wrist firm yet careful. She thought about her boys and where Nolan must have taken them to, but instead of being worried or alarmed, she felt calm.

She had that feeling that they were fine and in good hands.

It worried her that she was feeling this way and trusting someone who the only information she knew about him was found online. Hell, they had just met, but then, she remembered his face when Asher had knelt in front of the kids and spoken to them.

If the boys had felt uncomfortable, she would have sensed it and stopped Nolan from taking them.

The muffled hum of murmuring guests faded behind them as they stepped onto the stone pathway leading into the Wellesley estate’s gardens. It was either that Asher had been in the estate before and even been given a full tour, or he had the blueprint of the place, because he walked like someone who had an idea of where they were going to.

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    Asher’s POV Asher gave a small nod and knelt in front of Neal, Noel still on his arms. Perhaps if he saw his brother excited, he would warm up to this, he thought. Keeping his voice gentle, he spoke. “Hey, buddy. You’re safe here, alright? I wouldn’t bring you anywhere that wasn’t. I promise.” Noel blinked at him, then slowly, cautiously, released his grip on Avery’s fingers. He didn’t speak, but he gave a small nod of his own, barely there, but it was enough. “That’s my brave boy,” Avery murmured, kissing the top of his head. Asher stood and reached for Avery’s hand, lacing their fingers together. He gave her a reassuring squeeze and glanced down at the boys again. “Let’s go meet Grandma Georgia, yeah?” he muttered. Neal bounced on the balls of his feet, practically glowing. “Do you think she’ll give us cookies?” he asked. Asher laughed, leading the way as they walked toward the grand entrance. “If I know my grandmother, she’ll give you cookies, juice, and a lectu

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