Paige’s POV
I should have been thinking about Ben’s promotion when I went home that evening, because watching him receive Uncle Will’s toolbox had reminded me why Lawson Customs mattered so much.
Instead, I found myself thinking about Kyle.
Diesel had growled at him again before we left the workshop, and the sound had stayed with me long after I locked the doors.
I trusted my dog, but I also knew that instincts weren't evidence.
That was why I hadn't confronted Kyle.
I had already asked Derek to look into him, and until we knew more, I intended to keep doing what I had been doing.
I intended to watch.
The clubhouse was quiet when Jace and I finally went to bed, and for the first time in days, I managed to relax.
I had no idea that several hours later, someone would return to Lawso
