Paige’s POV
The phone rang while I was standing beside the workbench at Lawson Customs.
I had been pretending to work for nearly an hour, although I had barely touched the motorcycle in front of me.
Every few minutes, I looked toward the road. Every few minutes, I checked my phone. Every few minutes, I told myself that Jace would call when he could. Then his name appeared on the screen.
My hands started shaking before I even answered.
“Jace?” I answered and his voice came through quietly.
“It’s over.” He said as I closed my eyes and for several seconds, I couldn’t speak.
“It’s really over?” I asked.
“Yes.” He said and my knees almost gave way as I gripped the workbench.
“Victor?” I asked.
“Arrested.” He said as I covered my mouth.
“And you?” I asked.
“I’m coming home.” He said.
