By the time the dinner finally ended, the sun was already sinking behind the trees, and the last few motorcycles were rumbling out of the Lawson Customs parking lot.
I stood outside for a moment and watched everyone leave.
Emma and Sophia were packing the last of the children's things into their cars, Ben was helping Aiden clear the tables, and Mia was collecting empty plates while complaining that nobody had remembered where the storage containers belonged.
Jace stood beside me with his hands tucked into his pockets.
"You ready to go upstairs?" He asked and I smiled.
"I am." I said.
We walked through the workshop together and climbed the stairs to the apartment above Lawson Customs.
The place had become our home without either of us really noticing when it happened.
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