Moonlight Over Manhattan: A charming, heart-warming and lovely read that won’t disappoint!. Sarah Morgan

to her feet and he had to stop himself from reaching out to help her.

      “What’s your job?” The question had clinical relevance. Nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to know more about her.

      “I run a dog-walking business. I need to be able to get around and I don’t want to make it worse.”

      A dog-walking business.

      He looked at the freckles that dusted her nose.

      He could imagine her walking dogs. And believing in Santa.

      “If dog walking is your livelihood, you might want to steer clear of stilettos in the future.”

      “Yes, it was a stupid idea. A whim. I’ve been trying to do things I don’t normally do, and—” She broke off and shook her head. “You don’t need to hear this. You’re busy and I’m taking up your time. Thank you for everything.”

      This one patient had thanked him more in the past five minutes than he’d been thanked in the past five weeks from all his other patients combined.

      Not only that, but she hadn’t questioned his clinical judgment.

      Ethan, who was never surprised by a patient, was surprised.

      And intrigued.

      He wanted to ask why she’d been trying to do things she wouldn’t normally do. Why she’d chosen to wear stilettos. Why she’d had dinner with a man she’d met online.

      Instead he kept it professional. He talked to her about rest, ice, compression and elevation, the whole time feeling guilty that he’d doubted her.

      He wondered when, exactly, he’d started being so suspicious of human nature.

      He definitely needed a vacation.

CHAPTER THREE

      “IT WAS THE worst evening of my life. I need a do-over.” Harriet eased her injured ankle onto the sofa as she talked to her sister on the phone. “And to cap it all I ended up in the emergency room, where Dr. Hot-but-Disapproving obviously decided I was a hooker.” She could still see the wary look on his face, as if he wasn’t sure whether her career choice was entirely savory.

      On days when she had her arms full of slobbery dogs, she wondered that herself.

      “He was hot? Tell me more.”

      “Seriously? I tell you I met up with creepy stalker guy and jumped from a window into a Dumpster and the only part you want to talk about is the doctor in the emergency room?”

      “If he was hot, yes. Did you ask him on a date?”

      For someone who claimed not to be interested in romance, her twin thought a lot about men.

      “No, I did not ask him on a date.”

      “I thought you were trying to challenge yourself.”

      “I have limits. Hitting on a doctor who is treating me in the emergency room is one of them.”

      “You should have grabbed him and landed a smacker on his lips.”

      Harriet imagined the horror on his face. “And then I would have been calling you from a cell where the NYPD locked me up overnight for assault. Wait—are you laughing?”

      “Maybe. A little.” Fliss choked. “Is there footage of the whole window episode? I’d love to see it.”

      “I hope there isn’t, because it’s not something I want to relive.” The painful throb of her ankle was all the reminder she needed. That and the steady hum of embarrassment that grew louder whenever she thought back to that moment in the hospital.

      “I’m proud of you!”

      “Why?”

      “Because it’s so not you.”

      “That much is true.” Harriet wiggled her ankle and wondered how long it would take for the swelling to subside. The last thing she needed in her job was any injury that inhibited her walking. “It’s the last time I take Molly’s advice on anything. She was the one who told me to try online dating.”

      “It was great advice. She’s a relationship expert. She knows everything.”

      Harriet thought about the three dates she’d endured recently. “Not everything.”

      “She tamed our untamable brother. That proves she knows everything.”

      “It’s not the best approach for someone who has a problem with strangers. I’m not at my best when I don’t know people.”

      “If you can’t walk, how will you manage with the business?”

      “I’m reassigning my walks for the next two days.”

      “Do you need me to make some calls?”

      “No, I’ve done them.”

      “Dog walkers and clients?”

      “All done.”

      “Even Mrs. Langdon?”

      Ella Langdon was the editor of a major glossy magazine and she was terrifying to deal with. Before calling her, Harriet had to give herself a talking-to.

      “Even Mrs. Langdon. She used her disapproving voice but on the whole the call wasn’t a total nightmare.” And she hadn’t stuttered. Which was the most important thing. Although it hadn’t happened in a long while, she still lived in fear that it would happen when she least wanted it to. As a child her stammer had alienated her from those around her. Without her twin, she wasn’t sure how she would have survived.

      “I’m impressed. It’s like talking to a whole new Harriet. And as soon as your ankle is healed you’ll be out there dating again.”

      “I don’t think so. Internet dating is not for me. And why would it be? How are you supposed to find someone you like from a brief character sketch? And people present the things they want you to see. It’s all so fake.” And she hated that. What was the point? If you couldn’t be honest with another person for two hours, how did you stand a hope of making it through forty or fifty years together? Maybe she was being unrealistic expecting a relationship to last forever. Maybe she was horribly old-fashioned.

      Her morale was at rock bottom. A few months ago she would have shared that fact with her sister, but now she kept it to herself. There was an ache behind her ribs. She wasn’t sure if it was indigestion or a concentration of feelings she didn’t know what to do with. “Anyway, it’s irrelevant because I won’t be going anywhere for the next few days. How are things in the Hamptons? How is Grams? Seth?”

      “Things are good. Grams is busy with her friends—you know what she’s like. She has a more active social life than anyone I know. And Seth is often working, but so am I. Walking on the beach is bliss, and there is so much more business here than I ever imagined.”

      And when it came to finding business, Fliss had a nose like a terrier.

      “Without you the Bark Rangers wouldn’t exist.”

      “Hey, I might have set the thing up but you keep it rolling. Clients love you. Dogs love you.” Fliss paused. “Are you sure you won’t spend Christmas with us? I haven’t spent Christmas without you for my whole life. I’m going to miss you so much. It’s going to be weird.”

      “It will be lovely.” Now who was being fake? “You’ll be with Seth’s family.”

      “But you’re invited too. I wish you would come.”

      Harriet thought about spending Christmas with a bunch of people she didn’t know. Fliss would feel obliged to keep an eye on her. It would be excruciating. And anyway this, she’d decided, would be the biggest challenge of all. Christmas without her twin.