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caused Peyton to let out a soft groan. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find herself staring at Graham’s naked chest, his hand on her hip. Peyton watched him, the calm expression on his face as he slept. She smiled knowing that this was only one of the rare times where he wasn’t worrying over the family farm.
    She looked down to see her palms on his chest. It wasn’t uncommon for them to fall asleep while watching a movie, but Graham’s partially naked chest was a first for her. She had spilt red wine on his shirt before they’d slept. So it wouldn’t stain, Peyton had placed it in the tub and let it soak in stain solution.
    A knock on the door echoed through the quiet house. As silently as she could, Peyton slipped away from Graham’s hold. He stirred for a moment before his breathing evened. Peyton scratched her head and let out a yawn. The cold hardwood floors made her wince as she walked towards the front door. After unbolting the chain and the lock on the handle, Peyton opened the door and was startled.
    “Callum,” she said, shocked.
    His eyes stared at the pyjama shorts and tank she wore before meeting her startled glance. “Good morning, Peyton,” he said with a tight smile.
    “Why are you on my doorstep so early in the morning? Can I help you with something?” Peyton asked.
    “Marissa called me last—”
    “Peyton, is someone at the door?” Graham asked, stopping Callum from continuing.
    Peyton stilled at Graham’s question and watched Callum’s eyes widen in surprise. She heard Graham’s footsteps move closer until he stood next to her. Callum stared at Graham—no doubt taking in his naked chest and making assumptions—before he looked back at Peyton.
    She ignored the way his jaw tensed and turned to Graham. Then she smiled before saying, “Morning.”
    “Morning, Peyton,” he said sweetly before he placed a kiss on her cheek.
    She felt Callum’s eyes on her, but she didn’t care. She knew what Graham was playing at. But she did, however, blush at him. If this was how Graham treated women, then they were lucky.
    Callum let out a cough, interrupting them.
    “Callum, I heard you were back in town. How are you?” Graham asked.
    Peyton turned and met eyes with Callum. She couldn’t decipher the almost angry look in his eyes.
    “I’m good, mate. How’s the farm?”
    Their small talk just adds to the awkwardness of this morning.
    “Good,” Graham said, placing an arm around Peyton’s waist. “Have you had breakfast, Callum? I’m just about to make us some. You’re welcome to join.”
    Both Peyton and Callum flinched in surprise. Callum shifted uncomfortably in his place. Looking down, Peyton noticed that he was standing on the veranda rather than the doormat, and that made her smile for a moment.
    “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass. Listen, Peyton, could I talk to you for a moment?” Callum asked.
    “Okay. I’ll get breakfast ready before I grab a shower,” Graham said. Then he squeezed her waist and left her alone with Callum.
    “So, it’s you and lavender boy,” Callum said blankly. It was a nickname Callum had given Graham when they were kids. It was a nickname Peyton had never really liked.
    “None of your business,” she stated firmly. Though there was nothing between Graham and her, Callum had no right to question it.
    “You’re right. It isn’t.”
    Peyton tucked her hair behind her ear and then crossed her arms, waiting for an explanation to his early morning visit. “Again, can I help you with something, Callum?” she asked with an irritated tone to her voice.
    “Will you be at the hotel today? I stopped by yesterday but you weren’t there. Marissa called and sent over some drafts of the dance floor, some selections on silverware, and other ideas,” he said.
    “Wait.” Peyton uncrossed her arms. “Why didn’t she just email them to me? Why is she going through you?” she asked, slightly offended.
    “I almost lost them The Spencer-Dayle, so I owe