Callie met and held his eyes, a sheer act of will on her part. And not at all easy because Trey Weldon had perfectedâor maybe heâd naturally been gifted withâthe art of nonverbal intimidation. Not that he was a slouch in the verbal intimidation department, either.
But Callie never crumbled or froze in response to Treyâs ire, verbal or non. Because she knew that Trey expected her to be as tough and unemotional as he was himself? Because she knew he needed her to be that way?
Callie nearly groaned aloud. She was doing it again, seeking evidence that Trey Weldon thought of her as something more than merely a set of rubber-gloved hands assisting him in the OR.
âI expect better from you, Sheely.â Trey glared at her in the coldly unnerving way that had reduced other recipients to tears.
But not Callie. She had once overheard him tell Leo, âSheely is tough. Sheâs the only woman Iâve ever worked with whoâs never cried. Not a tear, not once.â
It was untrue, of course, further proof of how little he knew about her. Sheâd wept over their saddest cases, her heart breaking for the devastated families of patients unable to be saved, even by Trey Weldonâs formidable skills.
But sheâd never cried in front of Trey Weldon, not a tear, not once. Callie knew Treyâs remark to Leo was a high compliment indeed, and she intended to keep her record of tearlessness in his company intact.
âThe patients deserve better from you, Sheely,â snarled Trey. âThey deserve your best, and when you put anything else ahead ofââ
âI put nothing ahead of our patientsâ well-being. They get the best that I have to give, Dr. Weldon.â Callie tried to match his cold tones but couldnât. His particular way of expressing anger through iciness was unique to him.
Which didnât mean she couldnât communicate her own anger in her own way. Nothing, nothing infuriated her more than to have her commitment to her patients and to her job disparaged. To have her professionalism questioned.
And for Trey Weldon to do soâ¦when sheâd worked so hard for him, for their patients⦠Callie let her own fury displace the hurt that sliced through her, deep and sharp.
Her voice rose, and her dark eyes blazed, her rage as hot as his was cold. âAnd as for Scott Fritche, he was simply nervous today, Dr. Weldon. Fritche is in his first year of neurosurgery, he is inexperienced and he was suddenly expected to perform in front of an audience ofââ
âStop making excuses for him, Sheely!â Trey cut in. He held her glare. âItâs unacceptable.â
Neither bothered to blink. Or to move. They stood locked in their own world, anything and everyone else excluded.
Callie pulled off her surgical cap and threw it into a tall laundry bin. Her ponytail, which had been stuffed inside the cap, tumbled free, the ends swiping the nape of her neck.
If you lose your temper, you lose. One of her dadâs adages popped into Callieâs head. Too late. Sheâd gone ahead and lost her temper, anyway. Now she might as well go for broke.
âUnacceptable?â she huffed. âSo are you going to fire me?â It was a dare, a challenge. Callie held her breath.
âHere we go again!â Leo heaved a dramatic groan. He and Quiana had moved closer, the better to listen to every word that passed between Trey and Callie. âItâs like seeing a rerun on TV for the four hundredth timeâyou know every word of the dialogue. Câmon Quiana, letâs get some lunch.â
âMight as well,â agreed Quiana.
The two exited the lounge, heading for the cafeteria.
âThe four hundredth time?â Trey looked bewildered.
âNot even close,â murmured Callie, a pale pink flush staining her cheeks.
Okay, she hadnât gone for broke, she silently conceded. When she felt Trey was being insufferably imperious, she would respond by getting mad and inviting him to fire her.
The first time, it had just slipped out, and sheâd waited in agony, expecting him to fire her outright. But he hadnât, and then sheâd said it againâand again and againâand by now she pretty much knew Trey wouldnât fire her. Was absolutely sure of it, in fact.
But she hadnât said it four hundred times!
âNo, I am not going to fire you, butââ Trey broke off, suddenly looking almost comically astonished. âSo thatâs what Leo meant when he was talking about seeing a rerun for the four hundredth time and knowing the dialogue. He was talking about that âgoing to fire me?â habit of yours.â
âDuh,â Callie muttered darkly. Trey would have to pick right now to finally decipher one of Leoâs stupid jokes. âAnd itâs not a habit. Leo overexaggerates.â
âNot this time, he didnât. Itâs true. You practically dare me to fire you, Sheely. Did it ever occur to you that sometime I might say yes and just go ahead and do it?â
âOh, maybe the first three hundred times.â Callie was sarcastic. âBut the last hundred times or so, I felt my job was safe enough.â
Treyâs dark brows narrowed. âNobody talks to me the way you do, Sheely.â
âIs that a threat?â Callie squared her shoulders and lifted her head, trying to make herself as tall and formidable as possible. Unfortunately her five-foot, four-inch frame remained dwarfed by Trey.
âDonât go nuclear, Sheely, it wasnât a threat. It was simply a statement of fact. Nobody around here talks to me the way you do.â
âWell, no wonder.â She folded her arms in front of her chest in classic defensive position. Just because she had a crush on him didnât mean she would permit herself to be crushed by him.
âYouâre practically a god around here. Nobody can believe you actually chose to come to Pittsburgh when you couldâve gone to any hospital in the country. Needless to say, without exception, people speak reverently to you.â
âIt seems that Leo isnât the only one on this team who overexaggerates.â Trey looked irked. âAnd maybe you can explain why Pittsburghers are forever apologizing for the city. Why do they feel the need to put it down, especially if a nonnative says something complimentary about the place? Which brings us to, Why wouldnât I actually choose to come here, Sheely?â
âWhy would you choose Pittsburghâs Tri-State Medical Center when you couldâve gone to Johns Hopkins or Mass General or Duke or places equally prestigious? Is that a rhetorical question or am I supposed to answer it?â
âYou see, you just did it again!â Trey exclaimed. âAnother putdown of your hometown. Whatâs with you Pittsburghers?â
âWe donât like bragging, so we donât embellish. We simply state the factsâwhich is what I was doing,â retorted Callie. âYou went to medical school at Duke and did your surgical residency at Johns Hopkins, then on to Mass General for your neurosurgery residency and fellowship. You could write your own ticket anywhere. Why would you come toââ
âDonât forget to mention my exclusive New England prep school and my undergraduate bioengineering degree from MIT, Sheely.â
âWhich enables you to custom design the surgical instruments that youââ Callie broke off and stared at him. âYou were being ironically droll.â
âAnd that makes you gape?â
âMore drollery?â
âAh, your jaw drops even farther.â
âAll right, I admit Iâm stunned. For your to joke about your hallowed credentials is something like hearing a saint wisecracking about divinity.â
âSheely,â he paused and frowned. âDonât put me on a pedestal.â She had the usual misconception about the blueness of his blood, Trey realized, and her next words confirmed it.
âI donât have to, youâre already up there. I expect you were born thereâand youâre well aware of it, too.â
A man like Trey Weldon, brilliant, handsome, successfulâa man like that, who had it all, had to be aware of his status, his desirability. And not only neurosurgically speaking. He was one of the most eligible bachelors in the cityâin the entire state of Pennsylvania, not to mention his own native state of Virginia!
Callie herself had seen how women here at the hospital practically threw themselves at his feet. She and Leo and Quiana enjoyed countless jokes about that. At least, Leo and Quiana enjoyed the jokes. Callieâs laughter rang hollow in her own ears. Worse, she could only imagine how very sought-after Trey was in exalted social circles, far removed from the hospital grounds.
She took another long look at his bare chest, and fury abruptly flared within her. âAnd we arenât in aâ¦a gym!â she snapped. âPut on your shirt. Please,â she added, because, after all, she was talking to her boss.
Trey picked up the scrub shirt heâd dropped onto a chair and pulled it over his head, inside out. âIâm not following.â He gave an exasperated huff. âWhat on earth are we talking about now, Sheely?â