by Dr. Marilyn Vermer, in Philadelphia, who had continued as the infantâs pediatrician until the patient reached the age of twelve.
âWhen I refused to go to a baby doctor anymore,â Callie murmured and watched, with some surprise, as a tear plopped on the papers she held.
âJesus. Oh Jesus.â
Her stomach cramped, forcing her to bend over, clutching her middle, hissing out breaths until the pain subsided.
It couldnât be real. It couldnât be true. How could two people whoâd never lied to her about the most inconsequential matter have lived a lie all these years?
It simply wasnât possible.
But when she forced herself to straighten, forced herself to read through the papers again, she saw it wasnât just possible. It was real.
W hat the hell do you mean sheâs taken the day off?â Jake shoved his hat back and fried Leo with one searing look. âWeâre at a critical point in plotting out the site, and she takes a goddamn holiday?â
âShe said something came up.â
âWhat the hell came up that was more important than doing her job?â
âShe wouldnât say. You can be as pissed off as you want. At me, at Callie, but we both know this isnât like her. We both know sheâs worked sick, exhausted, injured.â
âYeah, yeah. And it would be just like her to flip off this project because sheâs ticked Iâm on it.â
âNo, it wouldnât.â Because his own temper was starting to spike, Leo moved in. Height difference kept him from getting in Jakeâs face, so he compensated by drilling a finger into Jakeâs chest. âAnd you know damn well she doesnât play that kind of game. Whatever problems she has with you, or with me for putting you here, sheâll handle. But they wonât interfere with the project. Sheâs too professional, and sheâs too bullheaded to let it.â
âOkay, you got me.â Jake jammed his hands in his pockets and stared out over the field theyâd begun to segment. It was worry that had anger gnawing at him. âSomething was wrong with her last night.â
Heâd known it, seen it. But instead of convincing her to tell him what was wrong, heâd let her shrug him off, scrape at his own pride and temper.
Old habits die hard.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âI dropped by her room. She was upset. It took me a few minutes to realize it didnât have anything to do with me. I like to tell myself anything that gets under Callieâs skin has to do with me. She wouldnât talk about it. Big surprise. But she had some pictures out. Looked like family shots to me.â
What he knew about her family would fit in one shovel of spoil.
âWould she tell you if something was wrong with her family?â
Leo rubbed the back of his neck. âIâd think so. She only said she had some personal business, that it couldnât wait. If she could, sheâd be back before the end of the day, if not, sheâd be here tomorrow.â
âShe got a guy?â
âGraystoneââ
He kept his voice low. Digs were always fertile soil for growing gossip. âGive me a break, Leo. Is she seeing someone?â
âHow the hell do I know? She doesnât tell me about her love life.â
âClara would grill her about it.â Jake turned back now. âNobody can hold out against Clara once she gets her teeth in. And Clara would tell you.â
âAs far as Claraâs concerned, Callie should still be married to you.â
âYeah? Your wifeâs a smart woman. She ever say anything about me?â
Leo aimed a bland look. âClara and I discuss you every evening at dinner.â
â Callie. Jesus, Leo, stop busting my balls.â
âI canât repeat what Callieâs said to me about you. I donât use that kind of language.â
âCute.â He stared off