23. Scapegoat
__________________ . . . June woke up the next morning naked and her head on Heath's bare chest. Her phone was ringing persistently and while Heath slept like a dead fish, she was alerted at once. "It's George," she murmured, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. Heath's eyes snapped open, his hand shooting out to grab hers. "Don't answer it," he said, his voice gruff with sleep. But it was too late. June had already picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said, her voice tentative. There was a beat of silence on the other end before George's voice came through, sounding pissed. "June?" he said. "Where are you?" June glanced at Heath, who was now fully awake and looking at her with a mix of anxiety and hope. "I'm...on a work trip," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. George'
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