Paige's POV
The day had been long, but it had been a good kind of long, because Lawson Customs had stayed busy from the moment we opened until the last customer collected his motorcycle.
The new workshop was already proving that the expansion had been worth every sleepless night, and I had spent most of the afternoon moving between both buildings while Mia handled the office and Ben supervised the younger mechanics.
By closing time, my feet were aching, my hands smelled faintly of engine oil, and I was ready for a shower and a quiet evening.
I shut down the final lift and walked through the workshop, checking everything twice.
"Lights off." I called and Ben appeared from the other side of the garage.
"Already checked." He said.
"Doors?" I asked.
"Locked." He said.
"Security?" I as
