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

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      Obviously deciding his contrition was genuine, she trotted across to him.

      He stroked his hand over her head, feeling silken fur under his palm. “Good girl. Lovely girl. Most beautiful dog in the world.” Madi sat down and looked at him. Ethan looked at Harriet. “If she’s ready to give me another chance, surely you can too?”

      Harriet straightened and slid her bag onto her shoulder. “That’s a low trick, Dr.—”

      “Ethan.” He said it softly. “My name is Ethan. And it’s not a trick. Stay for dinner. Dinner and one conversation. That’s all I’m asking.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

      DINNER?

      It had taken all her willpower to bring Madi back to the apartment. Given the choice, she would have taken the dog straight home. Then she would have called Debra and suggested that her brother, no matter how skilled he was in the hospital setting, wasn’t good with animals.

      But she knew, deep down, that her prime reason for doing it wouldn’t have been about Madi. It would have been about her.

      She’d stammered. Not only that, instead of standing her ground and using all the strategies she’d learned as a child, she’d run away. That depressed her almost as much as the knowledge that she’d retreated when she should have advanced.

      Ethan Black was still waiting for her answer. “I understand your dilemma. I’m the cause of your stammer, so why would you stay? But, Harriet, that’s on me. I’m the one with the issue here, not you.”

      He didn’t get it. And why would he? This was huge.

      She felt as if she’d regressed fifteen years. Was this a one-off? Would it keep happening now? Would she be unable to speak without worrying if the words were going to come out the way she wanted them to? Would it be like school, when there were times when she’d only spoken if she absolutely had to?

      She was desperate to call her twin and talk it through, but that wasn’t an option. She couldn’t tell her sister that she wanted to be independent one minute, and then call her in hysterics the next.

      She had to find a way through this. But how, when the feeling of panic was a tight ball in the center of her chest?

      And she realized with a flash of insight that the “challenges” she’d been setting herself hadn’t really been challenges at all. Where was the challenge in walking in high heels? Who even cared if she could walk in high heels?

      This was the challenge. Staying where she was, when all she wanted to do was leave.

      Saying yes to dinner when her lips wanted to say no.

      “I d-d—” Hot with humiliation, she almost turned away and gave up but something inside her kept her feet glued to the floor.

      She met Ethan’s gaze and braced herself for sympathy or, worse, pity, but saw neither.

      “This isn’t my area of expertise,” he said. “If you’d slashed yourself with a knife or fallen out of a window, I’m your man, but I’m not afraid to admit I’m out of my depth here. Tell me how I can help you.”

      He was asking how he could help.

      No one ever did that.

      They finished her sentences. They made assumptions. They talked over her. They gave up waiting for her to say whatever it was she was trying to say.

      Ethan did none of those things.

      “You c-c-c—” The frustration almost made her burst, but Ethan waited quietly. Patiently.

      The one thing she didn’t associate her stammer with was patience. Not her own, or other people’s. But Ethan was patient. She didn’t get the sense that he was itching to get on with the next thing. Which was unusual. Nor did she get the impression that he was judging her the way most people did. So many people seemed unable to accept any variation on their view of “normal.” As a child she’d discovered that anything that made you different, made you stand out, also made you a target. In the jungle of the playground, differences were seen as weaknesses, and weaknesses were rarely celebrated. People thought she was gentle, but Harriet knew that wasn’t accurate. She wasn’t particularly gentle, whatever that meant, except perhaps with animals. She was tolerant. She accepted differences. And it seemed that despite his earlier anger, Ethan Black did too. Recognizing that diffused some of the tension building inside her. “You can’t help me.” This time the words came out unrestricted.

      He paused. “In the past, what would you have done that has helped?”

      Breathing. Relaxation. She’d even tried hypnosis once, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Instead she breathed, forcing herself to relax. She was not going to walk out. If she walked out she would lose all respect for herself.

      She was going to stay. Talk to him. Have dinner.

      That was today’s Challenge Harriet.

      And it was probably the biggest challenge she could have given herself.

      He walked to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of white wine and then removed two glasses from a cabinet.

      He poured the wine and then held out a glass to her.

      She took it from him. “Thank you.”

      This time the words came out smoothly, and she felt weak with relief.

      Maybe this would be okay. Maybe this wasn’t a disaster.

      He leaned against the counter, the subdued lighting in the kitchen creating a false air of intimacy. It bathed the apartment with a soothing glow that nudged the edge of romantic.

      Or maybe that was just the way her mind worked.

      Ethan Black would probably be appalled had he been able to read her thoughts.

      She wasn’t a fool. She was well aware that he wasn’t interested in her personally. What he was doing was managing a situation he believed he had caused. She was employed by his sister, who, presumably, he didn’t want to upset. More importantly, he needed her to help with Madi. After the vanishing act she had pulled earlier, presumably he was afraid she might walk out and not return.

      If he’d known her, he would have known that wasn’t a possibility.

      Harriet would never leave a dog in a situation she felt was bad for them, and although she had no doubt Ethan was a good person and a great doctor, she wasn’t convinced he was good for Madi.

      In reality it wasn’t his fault that she wasn’t good with strangers.

      That was her problem. She was the one who had to deal with it.

      She tried to relax the tense knot in her stomach. She tried telling herself he wasn’t a stranger. Not only had he treated her ankle, he was Debra’s brother and she’d known Debra for years. He hadn’t shouted because he was angry with her. He’d shouted because he was СКАЧАТЬ