Such a sweet, full of vintagey goodness romance between a doctor and nurse who didn't realize they were falling in love. They were too busy bickering while "in theater," ("surgery"), doing the wards, or grabbing coffee in the staff lounge. For example, there was a long running gag about the hero always requesting a private cubicle at the last possible minute, driving the meticulously organized heroine bonkers.
Another joke was about the ugly clock tower atop the hospital always chiming loudly to remind the hospital staff of their shifts, duties, and tardiness. The heroine absolutely loathed its sight and sound. Then, at her retirement party, her nurses give her a miniature replica of the hospital clock aa a fond souvenir lol.
I also loved that the author defied the cliches in this tried and true hospital romance trope and instead of making her heroine a Florence Nightingale, she was a woman who actually HATED nursing despite being super efficient at it. She comes off as a cold bitch at first and it isn't until later, gradually, that both the reader and the hero of this tale, see the marshmallow, vulnerable center that she tries to hide behind a mask of efficiency and aloofness.
The heroine, far from being a curmudgeon, is actually a frustrated musician who sacrificed her dreams and instead was forced to find a steady living in order to support her mom and sister after her dad suddenly died. This goes a long way to explain her sometimes fed up attitude with her job and her colleagues. In another comical scene, she moans out loud to her friend that she'd be willing to marry anybody if that meant escaping the dreary future of forever nursing some ill patient or disciplining a lackadaisical trainee. And she was only half-joking!
I would have given a higher rating but for the absolute gross sub-plotline involving heroine's vile sister who steals heroine's fiance right from under her nose and then has the NERVE to make heroine feel guilty about "standing in between their love." It was absolutely stomach-churning. Not even the sweetness of the love story between the heroine and the real hero of the piece who she was meant to to marry all along could soothe this burning need to take a couple of rusty skillets and dirty toilet seats to the head of these amoral nitwits. Thank god the ex-fiance was aworthless, big, fat cheater and he and the heroine's vile sister deserved each other. Still, a healing epilogue where they both fall drunkenly into the pig pen to be eaten by the hungry animals would have been welcome.