Catherine’s POV
“You look pretty today, Dr Williams,” A veteran cardiologist, Dr Abel, complimented me, as I walked into the lunchroom to make myself a sandwich.
Shit, I thought inwardly, trying to think of what atrocity I had committed that day that the universe was punishing me for.
You see, Dr Abel was a well-known womanizer in tender care. Hell, I had barely spent a week working before he came to my office with a gift hamper stating that he wanted to hang out with me.
I had politely declined his offer and walked him out, with the excuse that I wanted to go and pick up my sons.
You'd think the old geezer would have read in between the lines to decipher that I didn't want anything to do with him. But he didn't, he had even offered to take me there.
Can you imagine? If that wasn't
