Paige's POV
By Saturday morning, Lawson Customs was beginning to look like itself again, although the repaired window still had a temporary frame and several motorcycles remained in the workshop waiting for parts.
The damage from the attack had not disappeared, but the fear surrounding it had started to loosen its grip.
Jace seemed determined to help with that.
I was standing behind the kitchen counter at the clubhouse, drinking coffee while Emma packed snacks into a large cooler, when Jace walked through the doors wearing his riding vest.
"Get ready." He said as I looked at him.
"For what?" I asked.
"We're going for a ride." He said and I raised an eyebrow.
"Today?" I asked.
"Today." He said.
"Where?" I asked.
"Somewhere that doesn’t involve a workshop, a police report, or Vict
