Paige's POV
I woke before the alarm, and for several seconds I stared at the ceiling while the memory of gunfire came rushing back.
The shattered window, the damaged motorcycles, Charlotte clutching her phone, and Jace shouting for everyone to stay down all came back at once, but I forced myself to breathe because lying in bed and replaying the attack would not change what had happened.
Lawson Customs had been attacked.
Nobody had died. The building was still standing and that was enough for me to get up.
I slipped out of bed quietly, showered, brushed my teeth, and pulled on a pair of jeans with one of my old Lawson Customs shirts before heading downstairs.
Jace was already in the kitchen and he looked up from his coffee.
"You’re not going to tell me you are opening the garage toda
