Chapter 6The following Monday, at eleven in the morning, Chase picked Baylee up outside the church. She stood under the portico, her long hair swirling in the breeze. Her eyes sparkled even in the shade. She wore a pair of well-broken-in and rather ragged blue jeans and a fitted black tee shirt. Her hand clung to that of a small, golden-haired boy in denim shorts and a faded green tee with a dinosaur on it. They both wore sandals. Thank goodness it's supposed to be a warm day.
Chase jumped down from the truck.
“Did you get it?” she asked before even saying hello.
“Yes, ma'am. One booster seat installed and ready. Hello there, Dylan. Are you ready to see that tiger?”
“Yeah,” Dylan replied, bouncing up and down.
“Dylan,” his mother said with a warning note in her voice.
“Yes, sir,” the
