Chapter 16Don was in his office, standing with his back to the door when Micah knocked. Don looked over his shoulder and saw him outlined in the doorframe.
“Come on in and close the door.” When the door was shut, Don came around the desk and swept Micah in an embrace that they both held in silence for a minute or two.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was just doing some thinking, and I wasn’t in the mood to talk.”
“I’m really sorry that both Nelsons came in here to talk business. Trace or his father always seem set on rubbing dirt in your face whenever they set foot in here. I just wish…” Micah’s voice trailed off. Don sat on the edge of the desk.
“What do you wish, Micah?” Don asked. Micah hesitated as he searched his mind for the right words to say.
“I wish it was someone else offering me a role
