“Really?” he asked dryly.
She spun around. “What’s that mean?” He looked so calm that for a split second, she was sure she’d misunderstood the edge of sarcasm in his tone. He reached and retrieved Brendan’s chart.
“I think you know what it means,” he said mildly, his gaze flickering over the chart.
“I just don’t think it’s appropriate for you to operate on Brendan.”
“Are you questioning my ability?” he asked, looking up.
“No.” She gave an exasperated sigh when he merely quirked up one brow in a challenging gesture.
“My integrity, then?”
“I’m not questioning your ability or integrity. I just think that given everything…given our pasts, there has to be a better option.”
For several seconds they just stared at one another while Colleen listened to her heartbeat drum loudly in her ears.
“So you’re falling back on the excuse of the crash, is that it?” he finally said.
“Does it surprise you? My father killed your mother sixteen years ago in a car wreck. I know how you feel about the Kavanaughs. I know how you feel about me,” she finished under her breath.
“Do you?”
She hoped her incredulous glance reminded him of it all—the deaths of their parents, his sister’s considerable injuries and facial scarring, the lawsuits brought against Colleen’s father’s estate by the Reyes and Itani families, their silent battle of wills while the two of them worked together at The Family Center…
“I’m not buying it,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not buying that you don’t want me to operate on your son because your father killed my mother in a case of reckless homicide.”
“Oh, really? You can think of a better reason why I wouldn’t want you to operate on Brendan?”
“I can,” he said quietly, glancing up from the chart. “Sunset Beach, Memorial Day weekend, last summer.”
His image swam in her vision. She breathed through her nose slowly, trying to calm herself. Her knees went weak. She felt flattened and numb at once.
She couldn’t believe he’d just mentioned that night so casually. They’d worked together at The Family Center now for over a year—distantly and infrequently, granted—but still, they’d seen one another, spoken to each other…
…simmered in each other’s presence.
Never once during that time period had he acknowledged what had happened on the beach that hot, early summer night. Colleen had been all too eager to comply with his silence on the matter. She’d never been able to come to terms with that kiss; never could logically make sense of it. It shocked her to the core that he’d just brought up that forbidden topic in this situation. She’d long known Eric Reyes had nerves of steel, but she’d underestimated him.
His cockiness was titanium strength.
“I’m the most qualified orthopedic surgeon in Southern Michigan,” he continued. “Are you really going to waste precious time booking appointments with other specialists who are going to tell you exactly what I just did? All because you’re too proud to acknowledge a kiss? Or are you too stubborn to admit how much you liked it?” he added in a low, rough voice.
He’d done the impossible for the second time in her life. He’d made her hyperaware of her weakness, not to mention speechless with the knowledge. She responded precisely as she had that first time on Sunset Beach.
By turning and walking away.
Late the next morning, Colleen and her mother conferred across the hospital bed, their voices hushed because Brendan lay sleeping between them. He’d awakened in the recovery room earlier, but he’d soon fallen asleep once he’d been hooked up for his first round of IV antibiotics. To Colleen, he looked smaller than usual lying motionless in that bed, more vulnerable than she cared to consider with the tubes running from his arm to the machine administering the medication.
“I wish Dr. Fielding would come and examine him,” Brigit Kavanaugh said as she studied her grandson, her brow creased with worry.
Colleen experienced a twinge of annoyance at her mother’s uncertainty about Eric Reyes operating on Brendan. Guilt followed her mild irritation. What right did she have to be annoyed at her mother when she’d expressed even worse doubts about him just
yesterday afternoon?