something.” Jennifer lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Sheely, rumors fly around here, but I’ve never heard any about you and Trey Weldon. Still, I’ll come right out and ask, and I hope you won’t take offense. Are you two involved?”
“In what? A blood feud? No, not yet.”
Jennifer giggled. “You know what I mean, Sheely. Are you and he, um, romantically involved?”
“No.” Callie’s heart lurched wildly. She would’ve liked to toss off a breezy quip about Trey being surgically gifted yet disabled in the art of romance, but the words stuck in her throat.
Because of the disturbing thoughts that flooded her mind.
For all she knew, Trey actually could be one of the world’s great romantics, passionate, sensitive and thoughtful—yet extremely discreet. Possibly, he kept that part of his life so secretive that only the woman who was the object of his desire knew that side of him.
What would it be like, to know that there was a deeply secret, romantic side of Trey? Oh, what she’d give to know!
Thoroughly flustered, Callie forgot to breathe, and then had to inhale sharply.
“Sheely?” Jennifer’s voice seemed to come from some other dimension. “Would you happen to know if Trey is going to the Springtime Ball?”
Callie jerked to attention. She was the one in the other dimension, a foolish one called fantasyland. Jen’s voice came from the real world, and Callie’s return to it was sharp and complete.
She heaved a small sigh. She was pathetic. Her hot, Trey fantasy, coupled with Jennifer’s query about Trey and the big dance, was so junior high school she wouldn’t be surprised to hear the bell ringing to change classes.
“I don’t know, Jennifer. He hasn’t mentioned the Springtime Ball.”
“I know it’s late, the ball is only two weeks away, but the guy I was going to go with had to cancel. He’s a lawyer and has some stupid conference that just came up.” Jennifer added quickly.
“I hate it when that happens.” Callie tried to sound sympathetic.
“And I already have a dress and I don’t want Joshua to think I’ll be sitting at home that night because he can’t make it. Maybe I’ll just go ahead and ask Trey Weldon to the dance. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, you know.” Jennifer smiled, a nothing-ventured-nothing-gained kind of smile.
Callie suppressed the urge to grimace. She fumbled with her locker combination, hitting the wrong number, having to start over again.
“See you later, Sheely,” Jennifer called brightly, gliding out of the locker room.
Callie yanked the top of her scrub suit over her head, while dropping the pants to the floor. The suit was at least three sizes too big for her.
“Don’t think you can hide in there and sulk, Sheely. You are going to listen to me.”
“Trey, Dr. Weldon, you can’t go in there!”
Callie heard the locker-room door open and slam hard against the tiled wall. She heard Trey’s voice, angry and frustrated, followed by Jennifer’s high-pitched protest.
But it happened so fast, in just a split second, that she didn’t have time to process all the information until Trey was standing directly in front of her.
And she was standing in front of her locker, clad only in her white cotton bra and panties.
Trey seemed to freeze in place. Callie gasped and reached for her scrub top. She instinctively held it in front of her, shielding herself from his startled blue eyes.
Jennifer shrieked.
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