CHAPTER 126
PAIGE POV
By eight o'clock on Monday morning, the parking lot at Lawson Customs was already full, and I was standing behind the counter with a coffee in one hand while staring at a calendar that looked like someone had attacked it with a red marker.
Every available appointment was filled and the next opening was nearly four weeks away.
I stared at the calendar again, because I still couldn't quite believe it.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Mia asked and I looked up.
"Unless you've started writing appointments in invisible ink, I think I am." I said and she laughed.
"We're booked until the middle of next month." She said as I leaned back in my chair.
"That's insane." I said.
"It's also a good problem." She said.
"I know." I said.
I looked through the office window
