Free Tempted by Dr. Morales by Carol Marinelli

ring on her finger. ‘No regrets from me,’ Elsie said. ‘We had completely different lives, it would never have worked long term but we kept in touch a little bit. He sent me a card now and then, and when he died ten years ago I went back and visited his grave and thanked him.’
    She opened the album and showed Cate a picture of the love of her life, a love that had lasted just a few days.
    ‘Have you ever been adored?’ Elsie asked, and Cate frowned as she met Elsie’s pale blue eyes.
    ‘I don’t think so,’ Cate admitted, as the reason for her break-up was delivered to her, as the word she had needed was revealed.
    ‘I highly recommend it,’ Elsie said. ‘Have you ever adored anyone?’
    And Cate faltered. ‘Adored?’
    ‘It’s a rare kind of love,’ Elsie said, ‘and I got to taste it.’
    ‘Was it worth it, though, Elsie?’ Cate asked. ‘Lugging a broken heart around for the rest of your life.’
    ‘My heart wasn’t broken.’ Elsie smiled. ‘It soars every time I think of him.’
    Cate’s heart wasn’t soaring, though, as Juan pulled her aside a while later and warned ‘for the third time’ that she had to have a word with the nursing staff and receptionist and remind them about privacy on the phone. They were not to reveal any of the staff rosters.
    It was the closest she had come to seeing him angry or, rather, very disgruntled.
    And so too was Cate, as she had a word with the staff as per Juan’s instructions!
    There she was, mopping up the chaos of his love life. It was a relief not to have slept with him.
    Then she saw him laughing with Elsie, chatting with her as she was waiting to be moved to the ward, just standing by her gurney and putting a smile on the old lady’s face. She was in a white hospital gown now, all the rings and jewellery off, but she had her pink shawl around her shoulders and was smiling as she showed him pictures.
    No, it was no relief not to have slept with him.
    It was simply self-preservation.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    ‘C ATE ? ’
    Cate heard her name being called over her side gate as she hung out her uniform. She was in a rush, she’d just come out of the shower and, yet again, she was driving, so she really didn’t have much time. But that never stopped Bridgette, who would chat happily as Cate got ready.
    ‘Come over, Bridgette, but I can’t chat for long.’
    ‘Going out?’
    Cate nodded. ‘Yes, and I have no idea what to wear.’
    They headed into the kitchen and Cate put on the kettle and did her usual thing with tea and ice—it was the only way to get through the long hot summer. Then they headed upstairs to decide what Cate should wear. ‘I need a new wardrobe,’ Cate sighed.
    ‘So do I.’
    ‘No, I really need one,’ Cate said. ‘Everything I’ve got I wore when I was going out with Paul. I’ve got my black dress, my going-out-for-dinner dress, the dress I wore when I met his family...’ It was hard to explain.
    ‘What about this?’ Bridgette pointed out Cate’s lilac skirt.
    ‘It’s the one new thing I have but I wore it last week.’
    ‘Are you missing him?’
    ‘No,’ Cate said. ‘And then I feel guilty that I don’t.’
    ‘So who’s this other guy?’
    Cate was about to shake her head but there was no chance of Bridgette meeting Juan and it would be so nice to get her advice—even if she had no intention of taking it! Bridgette was a lot more open-minded than Cate and always made her laugh.
    ‘There’s a casual doctor at work,’ Cate said. ‘He’s from Argentina and is travelling for a year or two...’
    ‘Nothing wrong with a younger man.’
    ‘He’s not younger, though,’ Cate said, because, yes, most doctors were in their twenties when they travelled the world. ‘He’s in his mid-thirties, I think. It sounds like he had a really good job and then just took off...’
    ‘He’s a bit young to be having a mid-life crisis.’
    ‘He’s not in crisis!’ Cate laughed. ‘He’s having a ball. He’s stunning,