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Cath nodded.
Five minutes later Cath was splashing cool water on her face.
“You should go home,” Ellie said, patting her back.
“You’re right.”
“Call your doctor and see if he can recommend anything to ease the symptoms.”
Cath mumbled, “Nothing the doctor can do.”
“Have you eaten anything today?” Ellie asked.
“I had some soup for lunch. I felt better after that. Guess I was fooling myself.”
Cath hated all the fuss that was being made. All she wanted to do was slink away to her apartment, pull covers over her head and sleep the clock around. Instead she’d made a spectacle of himself in her new boss’s office. Even more, she was worried Trace would hold this against her when considering making her head of the European division.
“Still, call your doctor. It can’t hurt,” Ellie suggested.
Cath nodded reluctantly.
“First things first, though. I’m taking a cab home. And then I’ll call the doctor. But you know, the most he’ll tell me is to drink plenty of fluids and get a lot of rest.”
“You tried to do too much today,” Ellie said. “Don’t come in tomorrow unless you’re feeling fit again.”
“Now that’s something I can easily comply with.”
Within a half hour Cath was home. She gave her doctor a call, but as she suspected, he was already booked for the remainder of the day. The nurse agreed to squeeze her in early the next morning.
And as Cath had predicted, the recommendation was to drink lots of fluids and get plenty of bed rest. Not a hardship. She put on her warmest nightie and made sure her cat, Mitzie, had fresh food and water then crawled into bed and pulled up the covers. In no time she was fast asleep.
The telephone woke her. It was dark. How long had she been asleep? Cath fumbled for her phone. “Hello?”
“What did your doctor say?” Trace asked.
Chapter Two
Cath leaned back against the pillows and groaned. She didn’t want to talk to Trace. It had been hard enough today to face him. Why was he calling? Was he doing this with all employees?
“Just what I expected him to say, drink fluids and rest. What does your doctor say when you have the flu?”
“I rarely get the flu,” Trace said.
It figured, she thought.
“I’m seeing him at nine o’clock in the morning,” she said. “He couldn’t see me earlier. And quite frankly I wanted to be in bed and not in the waiting room the way I felt this afternoon.”
“It’s after nine,” Trace said. “Have you had dinner?”
She shook her head, then realized he couldn’t see. Actually she didn’t feel as bad as she had that morning. Maybe she was already getting better.
“I can heat a can of soup,” she said.
“I’ll bring a carton of soup from the deli near my place,” he said.
Her eyes opened wide.
“You can’t come over here.”
