“I was thinking about how much has changed.” I said as I looked at the ring on my finger.
“For the better?” He asked and I looked at him.
“For the better.” I said and he squeezed my hand.
“I’m glad.” He said.
“So am I.” I said.
The following morning, Lawson Customs would be busy again.
There would be customers waiting for repairs, motorcycles arriving for inspections, suppliers calling, and employees needing direction.
There would always be something to do. But I no longer feared the work.
I had built something strong, and more importantly, I had built something surrounded by people who cared about it.
That was enough for me. At least, it should have been.
Because while I was sitting beside Jace, believing the weekend had passed without another problem, someone else was already m
