Sunday had become my favorite day of the week, and I had never expected that to happen.
For years, Sundays had meant catching up on paperwork, worrying about bills, planning repairs, and trying to figure out how I was going to keep Lawson Customs running for another week. Now, things were different, and I finally had people around me who could carry some of the weight.
I stood in the kitchen with a wooden spoon in my hand while Jace worked beside me, chopping vegetables for dinner.
“You are cutting those too big.” I told him.
Jace glanced down at the vegetables, then looked at me with an offended expression.
“They are vegetables, Paige, and I’m fairly certain they will survive being cut into slightly larger pieces.” He said.
“That’s not the point.” I said.
“Then what is the point?”
