“Where do you sleep now?” he asked. “And if you tell me the attic, I’m not going to be happy.” June frowned. “I’m in the basement,” she admitted softly. Cal sighed and looked toward the sky as if trying to compose himself. “It’s not so bad. Sometimes I sleep in the sitting room in the winter, when it’s really cold. And it’s nice and cool down there in the summer, so that’s a plus.” “Right,” he said sarcastically. They stared at each other for another heartbeat before Cal abruptly stood. He held out his hand. “Come on, it’s cold out here, and you have to be tired.” June stared at his hand, then
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