18 Washington, D.C.Dr. Gwen Patterson’s heels clicked all the way down the tiled floor of the hospital hallway. She had been heading out to the Kennedy Center when Kyle Cunningham called her. Her date was with a professor at John Hopkins—tall, dark and handsome with an M.D. and a Ph.D. behind his name. He had invited her to see the Washington National Opera’s performance of Carmen followed by drinks at the Columbia Room. She hadn’t had a swanky night out like this since . . . forever. And yet, the second she heard Kyle Cunningham’s voice, she felt that damned flutter in her stomach. Her palms were sweaty and by the end of the conversation she had made a promise to him that completely derailed her entire evening.
Damn it!
She hated that he had that effect on her. He was a married man—off
