Moonlight Over Manhattan. Sarah Morgan

her, just take her out to pee. Then I’ll come at nine.” Harriet pulled out her phone and typed a note for herself. “What time will you be home?”

      “Difficult to say.” He checked his schedule on his phone. “In theory, five p.m. But it could be anytime. Do I seriously have to take her out if you’re coming at nine?”

      “If you don’t want her to wet your oak floor and ruin it, then yes. I don’t want to leave Madi on her own for more than a few hours, so instead of nine I’ll come at nine thirty, and then I’ll come back at two thirty. That should work.”

      He spread his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Whatever you say. You’re the expert.”

      She wondered if he was making fun of her but his expression was deadly serious. “I’ll take her out for some fresh air and exercise, always assuming the snow isn’t too deep, and then I’ll spend time with her here.”

      “And you can do that? How many other dogs do you walk in the day?”

      “It varies. Tomorrow I have a pretty busy day, but I can pass at least two of my walks on to another dog walker, so that’s what I’ll do. Until she’s happier, Madi is my priority. I can bring some paperwork and do it in your apartment, if you’re comfortable with that.”

      “Anything! I owe you in a big way. Thank you.”

      “I’m not—”

      “I know.” He interrupted her with a wry smile. “You’re not doing it for me. You’re doing it for the dog.”

      “Madi. I’m doing it for Madi.”

      “You’re as sensitive as my sister. She is a dog. Why can’t I call her that?”

      “Probably for the same reason people don’t call you ‘the human.’ It’s not overly friendly.”

      The food arrived and Ethan spread the cartons across the kitchen island and handed her a plate.

      “Help yourself. And tell me more about your business.”

      “Why?”

      “Because I’m interested.”

      “What do you want to know? We walk dogs. We cover the whole of the East Side of Manhattan.” And she was proud of that. Proud of the way they’d built their business from nothing.

      “Presumably you don’t do it all by yourself. You mentioned a sister—”

      “Fliss. We’re twins. We run it together.”

      “And you employ dog walkers?” He spooned noodles onto her plate. “How does that work?”

      “They’re often college students. Sometimes people who are retired. We don’t really care about the background. The important thing is that they love dogs and are responsible. Our business is built on our ability to deliver a top quality service to our clients.”

      “So how many dogs do you walk at a time?”

      “We only offer solo walks. It’s a personal service. Easier to meet the needs of the dog that way.”

      “And you take them to the park?”

      “It varies.” She twisted the noodles onto her fork. “Sometimes we take them to the park, but that doesn’t work for all dogs. Sometimes we just take them for walks around the neighborhood.”

      “So tomorrow—do I have to bathe Madi when I come in after a walk? Clean out her paws? Because I have no idea how to do that.”

      He was a guy who spent his days handling life-threatening situations and he was thrown by a little dog. “Just wipe her down. I’ll do the rest when I arrive.”

      “And you will arrive? You’re not going to leave me in the lurch to punish me for my earlier behavior?”

      “I wouldn’t do that to Madi.”

      He pulled a face. “So you’re doing it because you’re afraid to leave her in my care. I shouted at you, and now you think I’m beyond hope as a dog owner, and possibly even as a human being. Can you forgive me?”

      She tried not to smile. “I don’t know, Dr. Black. I have yet to make up my mind about you. I’ll let you know when I do.”