“Did you take it?” He asked.
“No.” I said and Aiden smiled.
“That sounds more like you.” Aiden said.
“He offered contracts instead.” I said and Mia looked at the paperwork again.
“These are huge.” She said.
“They are.” I said as she closed the folder.
“We need a new schedule.” She said.
“I knew you were going to say that.” I said.
“I’m already working on it.” She said.
The next morning, Lawson Customs was busier than I had ever seen it.
The restoration contracts brought in multiple motorcycles, and customers continued arriving with their own repair work.
Ben and Aiden were immediately buried in projects, but they handled the pressure better than they would have a few months earlier.
“You have three inspections waiting.” Mia called from the office and Ben looked toward me.
“Whi
