Monday morning started with three phone calls before I had even finished my coffee, and by the time I walked downstairs, Mia was already standing behind the counter with a clipboard in one hand and a phone pressed against her ear.
I stopped near the stairs.
"How bad is it?" I asked as she covered the phone with her hand.
"Depends." She said.
"On what?" I asked.
"Whether you consider being booked solid for three weeks a problem." She said and I stared at her.
"You're joking." I said as she shook her head.
"I wish I was." She said and I smiled.
After everything we'd been through, hearing that Lawson Customs was busy again felt almost unreal.
I grabbed my coffee and walked toward the counter while Mia finished her call.
"Yes, Thursday afternoon works. We'll see you then." She said w
