Paige’s POV
By Saturday morning, Lawson Customs looked more like a community center than a motorcycle workshop, because every available parking space was filled with trucks, motorcycles, and family cars, while a long table near the entrance was covered with coffee, bottled water, sandwiches, and homemade cookies.
The sign hanging above the office door explained everything.
COMMUNITY CHARITY DAY
FREE REPAIRS FOR VETERANS AND EMERGENCY WORKERS
I stood beneath it with a cup of coffee in my hand, and I smiled when I watched another motorcycle pull into the lot.
“This is going to be busy.” Mia said beside me.
“You think?” I asked as she looked across the parking lot.
“Paige, there are already twenty motorcycles.” She said and I laughed.
“I expected a good turnout, but I didn't expect t
