Chapter 5“Um, boss?” Shane said. They had just chased out the last customers and were tidying up The Wrangler Room, as the Country and Western wing of the club was called. Shane wiped down the old-fashioned wood bar with a damp cloth. Chase picked up the fragments of a broken beer mug from the corner.
“What's up?” Chase asked.
“Shelby wanted me to invite you to church with us tomorrow night.”
Chase picked up another shard of slivered glass, trying not to shove it into his palm. “Church? I don't know. I haven't been since I was a kid. Besides, I'm divorced. Don't they have issues with that?”
Shane chuckled. “Nah. It's a Methodist church. They're pretty open-minded. Besides, it's the new millennium. Churches that put restrictions on divorcées don't last long. You'll be fine.”
Chase made
