Paige’s POV
By eight that morning, Lawson Customs was already alive with the sounds of engines, tools, and Ben arguing with Aiden about where a missing socket had disappeared.
I stood behind the counter with my coffee, watching them work, and I could not help smiling because something about Ben seemed different.
He wasn't the nervous apprentice who had walked through our doors months ago, and he no longer waited for someone to tell him what needed doing. He knew the workshop, understood the work, and trusted himself.
Mia stepped beside me and followed my gaze.
“You are looking at him like a proud mother.” She said.
“I am not that old. They’re actually older than me.” I said.
“I didn't say you were old, but you’re definitely proud.” She said.
“I am proud. He has worked hard for this
