PAIGE’S POV
Sunday mornings moved at a completely different pace from every other day of the week.
Lawson Customs remained closed, my alarm stayed switched off and for once I didn't wake thinking about repair schedules or parts deliveries. Instead, I showered, brushed my teeth, pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans and an oversized sweatshirt, then I wandered downstairs long enough to check that the garage doors were locked before climbing into my truck.
The drive to the clubhouse had become second nature and a few months earlier I would have questioned why I kept ending up there. Now I simply accepted it.
The moment I pulled through the gates, I caught the unmistakable smell of pancakes drifting through the cool morning air. Children were already running across the yard chasing one an
