Paige’s POV
By the time we closed Lawson Customs the next evening, everyone looked like they had forgotten what sleep was supposed to feel like.
Ben was sitting on a stool beside the workbench with his elbows resting on his knees, while Aiden stood nearby staring at an engine as though he had been trying to remember what it was supposed to do for the past ten minutes.
Mia was behind the office desk, surrounded by paperwork, receipts, phone messages, and enough empty coffee cups to suggest she had been surviving entirely on caffeine.
I looked around the workshop and shook my head.
“We’re done.” I said and Ben lifted his head.
“Done for tonight?” Ben asked.
“No.” I said and he frowned.
“Then what?” He asked.
“You and Aiden are taking tomorrow off.” I said as both of them looked at m
