Chapter 16

Jefferson glanced at him from the corner of his eye. “I’m sure we can. We’re both reasonable men.”

The subject matter launched Micah’s thoughts into a new direction, but as he spouted his theories on the reasonableness or not of the actions of men in power, he stayed aware of the warm pressure of Jefferson’s arm against his. Neither man moved to break the contact, nor was any mention of it made. But Micah felt it, just the same.

And it felt wondrously good to share the company of a man who understood him at last.5

Micah was torn between the jubilation of finding a spirit kindred to his own, and dismay that he’d succumbed to the seductive temptation of betraying the true status of his familial regards. Jefferson had censured such conditions without pause, and while it had been a relief to believe during those moments that his family was wrong, the guilt that arose afterward almost dwarfed it.