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the arm of the chair—something he did when he was frustrated. Peyton went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and can of Coke. After approaching the couch, she sat next to him, handing over the beer. Then she raised her legs and tucked them underneath her as she opened her can and took a sip.
    “I was going to call you,” she said, staring at the red can.
    “I’m sure you were, Peyton.” Graham let out a sigh before taking a long pull of his beer.
    “Jay told you?”
    “Yeah,” he replied as he placed the bottle on her coffee table.
    “He told me to tell you. Why did he call you?” Peyton asked as she mirrored Graham and put her Coke down.
    Graham lifted his feet and rested them on the glass table. “He’s worried about you.”
    “He doesn’t have to be. Callum made his intentions clear. He just wants my forgiveness for not showing up to Mum and Dad’s funeral.”
    Graham’s eyebrows shot up. When he turned his head to meet her eyes, his blue eyes had darkened. “Is that it? He’s not sorry that he left you or played with your feelings?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t think he actually cares. He just wants my forgiveness and that’s it. I could just say that I do forgive him and make him leave, but he’ll be back for his best friend’s wedding.”
    Graham took his feet off the coffee table and placed them on the carpet. His eyebrows furrowed. “Wedding?”
    Peyton sighed. “That last-minute booking Aunt Brenda made was Marissa Reynolds’ wedding and Callum’s the best man,” she revealed.
    “Wow,” Graham breathed.
    “Yeah, wow,” she agreed and rested her head against the back of the couch. “I never expected this, Graham. I never thought he’d come back. Why did he have to?” she asked softly, staring at the couch cushion that separated them.
    “Come here,” Graham said as he took her hand and brought her closer.
    Peyton smiled as she settled her head in his lap, Graham’s hand stroking her head. It was too much for her. She hadn’t anticipated Callum’s return. She had only just got her life together since his departure and her parents’ deaths.
    “I don’t think that I’ll be strong enough to face him again. I have to just ignore his being back. I didn’t go to the hotel today because I was scared I might run into him in town,” she said, staring at their beverages on the table.
    “You don’t have to be scared, Peyton. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was him.”
    Graham’s right. Callum’s the one who left me. I didn’t. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be his.
    Peyton turned her body until she was facing Graham. He gave her a sincere smile, his dimple deepening. She smiled back at him. If she’d ever loved someone unconditionally, it was Graham. Not Callum or Jay. Just Graham. They had a friendship no one could ever understand. They shared so much pain. If it hadn’t been for him, she would have lost herself right after the funeral. He had healed her.
    “Sometimes…”
    “Yeah?”
    “Sometimes I wish I’d never fallen in love with him. Never kissed him. Never told him that I loved him. I wish it hadn’t been him,” Peyton confessed.
    Graham wiped the tear off her cheek. “I sometimes wish that, too. Then I wouldn’t have seen you on that bench crying. But if it hadn’t been for him, I would have never been as close as I am with you. Never forget that I love you, Peyton.”
    She blinked away her tears. Graham was never one to show his emotions around people. Peyton had been one of a few who Graham let close. But in this moment, Graham had shown a vulnerable side to himself.
    Sitting up, Peyton placed her hand on Graham’s chest, leant forward, and kissed his cheek. “I love you, too, Graham.”
    It wasn’t a love that had blossomed overnight. It was unconditional. It was a friendship bonded by an undeniable connection. He came first in her life. Not Callum. And not even the hotel mattered more than Graham Scott.

T he morning sun hitting her eyelids