Hayden’s POV The door opened, and Asher’s voice came first.“Oh… it’s the bad man again.”That hadn’t changed. Even the few times I came around to the restaurant … he never forgot.He peeked out from behind the leg of the maid that opened the door.The maid greeted me, then stepped aside and walked off, leaving him there.Just the two of us.I exhaled quietly and crouched to his level.Same eyes. Same stare. Too much of me in him to ignore.My jaw tightened for a second before I let it go.“Hey, Asher,” I said, keeping my voice low.He frowned immediately.I let out a small breath and reached for the bag in my hand. I had gotten a few toys yesterday after searching online for things three-year-olds usually liked. Alex had reminded me that Hayes loved racing cars and building blocks… so I hoped Asher would too.“I got you something,” I said gently. “You can have these.”I showed him the toys.He didn’t even look at them properly. “I don’t want,” he said, backing slightly. “You’re bad
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