Micah pulled his cigarette from his mouth and scanned his gaze along the tree line. "I'm happy you're staying," he told her. "But you know I ain't ever been one to throw confetti at good news." Micah had always been to the point, and he never saw it as a bad thing. Sometimes people wanted more from him, but he didn't have it in him to give it to them. His eyes ticked to Shelley. "We'll make it work, Shelley."
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