Paige’s POV
Lawson Customs had one of its busiest weeks since we opened, and by Friday evening, I was running on coffee, determination, and the stubborn belief that I could keep going for another few hours.
Ben had spent most of the week handling repairs without needing someone standing over his shoulder, while Aiden had continued mentoring him whenever a job became more complicated.
Mia had barely left the office because the paperwork seemed endless, but somehow she still managed to keep everything organized.
“We have three motorcycles ready for pickup tomorrow.” She said as she walked into the workshop.
“Good.” I said.
“We also have four more scheduled for Monday.” She said and I looked at the motorcycles surrounding us.
“I think we're going to need another building.” I said and M
