Callum grabs a pair of boxers from the floor of his closet and pulls them on. He wobbles, nearly falling over, he does it so fast. Leaning against the closet doorframe, he steadies himself.

“Just . . . just hold on, I’ll get rid of him.”

Callum shuts the closet door just as I hear the whoosh of his bedroom door flinging open.

Finn’s chuckle hits my ears and I hold my breath. Please God, don’t let him see me. Given how close he and Callum are, I don’t believe he’d rat him out even if he did find us together. But the fewer people who know about our secret, the better.

“It’s nine thirty, mate. I didn’t know you slept in this late anymore.”

With the amusement in Finn’s voice clear, I let out the air in a slow hiss.

Callum clears his throat. “Did you barge into my bedroom just to make fun of me for oversleeping?”

There’s a soft patting noise. Probably Finn smacking Callum on the back. “Of course not. Look, I have a dilemma and I need your help. Do you remember Ted from uni and rugby club back home?”

“How could I forget,” Callum mumbles. I imagine him running a hand over his tired face.

“You know how he manages Travaasa Hana? Well, he needs someone to take over the Easter dinner service at the resort this evening. He rang me in a panic about how the chef he hired fell through at the last minute and he doesn’t have anyone to cover. Can you do it?”

“Can’t you?” Even as I sit hidden away in the closet, the curt way Callum grumbles makes me flinch.

“We’re fussy when we oversleep, aren’t we?”

In my head I can picture Finn holding his arms palms up at a scowling Callum.

“Sorry,” Callum grumbles. “I just . . . you caught me a little off guard, Finn.”

A heavy sigh fills the silence. “I can’t take it, Cal. I already committed to that camping trip with Grace and her friends. I don’t want to back out now, even though I’d kill to cook at Travaasa.”

“Meeting her friends already?”

The lightness of Callum’s tone makes me think he’s half smiling. It makes me smile too. There’s another soft smack sound, probably Callum playfully hitting Finn this time. I wonder if Finn is blushing.

“You know how it goes,” Finn says, the grin obvious in the flustered way he speaks.

“I don’t actually.”

There’s a few seconds of silence.

“Well, that’s no one’s fault but your own,” Finn finally says.

“Don’t start, Finn.” Callum’s tone turns curt once more.

“It’s so bloody obvious how you feel about her,” Finn says. “You’ve got history together. Why don’t you just tell her already. No use in putting it off like you’ve been—”