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  “What makes you so wise?”

  “Age and experience.”

  After two blocks Harriet insisted they turn round, afraid that Glenys might overdo it.

  “It’s enough for one day. I don’t want to tire you out, and I have another dog to walk before I go home.”

  “Are you sure you should be doing this much walking?”

  “I’m doing a favor for a client who has had a family emergency. She has left Madi, her dog, with her brother and I promised to walk him. This was fun. We’ll do it again tomorrow.”

  “If my joints haven’t seized up. So what are you doing for the holidays, pumpkin? Have you decided?”

  Harriet kept her eyes straight ahead. “You’re coming. I’m already planning the menu.”

  Glenys gave her a keen look. “You’re not staying with Fliss?”

  “She’s invited me, but I don’t know Seth’s family and it’s their first Christmas all together and I know Fliss is a little nervous—”

  “All the more reason to have you there.”

  “No.” Harriet shook her head. “She doesn’t need her twin, she needs Seth. She has a new family now.”

  “You don’t throw out your old family just because you have a new one. You blend them together, like that cookie mixture you’re so good at.”

  “For some things, yes, but not always and at Christmas it feels like an intrusion. And it will be good for me to spend Christmas without my family. I’m way too dependent on them. I’ll probably watch back-to-back Christmas movies and gorge myself on unhealthy food. I’m hoping you’ll join me.”

  “What about your grandmother? Can’t you stay with her?”

  “I’m staying right here. I’ll still be walking dogs if people need me. Providing the snow isn’t too bad.” She glanced up at the sky. “Do you think they’ll be right this time? Will it be a big fall?”

  “Maybe. It’s the holidays, Harriet. At your age you should be out partying.”

  “I can hurt my ankle when I’m not partying. Imagine the damage I could do if I started partying. Never been much of a party person, Glenys. You’re talking to the woman who can’t even walk confidently in high heels.”

  “I worry about you coming out here alone at night. It isn’t safe.”

  “That’s good. I’m trying to be less safe. Stepping out of my comfort zone. Is Darren coming to see you at all over the holidays?”

  “Not this year. He’s going to visit Karen’s parents in Arizona. They’ll probably cook the turkey by leaving it out in the sun for half an hour.” They’d reached Glenys’s apartment block and the doorman smiled and held the door open.

  “Please come to me.” Harriet gave her a quick hug. “It will be so much fun. Bring Harvey.”

  “You’re a kind girl, Harriet Knight, but you don’t want to spend your holidays with a creaky old bird like me.”

  “I do. And if you can’t come to me, I’ll bring the turkey to you. One creaky old bird to another.”

  “You’re a soft touch.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “I know—” Glenys nudged her “—we could both slip on the ice and spend Christmas Day in the emergency room with that sexy doctor of yours. It’s warm, and we’d have plenty of good company.”

  “He’s not my sexy doctor, and I don’t think he’d be amused to see me twice in the same month.”

  But if Santa wanted to drop a man like him down her chimney, that really would make for a perfect Christmas.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  THE SNOW CONTINUED to fall.

  In the emergency room, Ethan was busier than ever.

  Before he’d left for work, his sister had arrived at his apartment with Madi. He’d been surprised by how calm and well behaved the dog was. Over Thanksgiving her behavior had been close to manic but his sister assured him she’d been overexcited because of the number of people in the house.

  It was certainly true that today she seemed like a different dog.

  If she carried on like this, they just might make it through.

  “So the dog walker—”

  “Her name is Harriet, Ethan. Why are you so bad with names?”

  “Because people move through my department so quickly I don’t need to remember them. I don’t care about their names or their ambitions. I fix them. That’s it. So Harriet—” Harriet, Harriet, he repeated to himself “—will be coming twice a day? What about snow? Is that going to keep her away?”

  “She has never let me down in two years. She’ll be here. I stopped by her apartment on the way here and gave her your key.”

  “You gave my key to a stranger. Thanks.”

  “She’s not a stranger. She’s a lifesaver—yours. Make sure you’re home to meet her later.”

  Satisfied that Madi’s needs were going to be met by someone, if not by him, Ethan focused on his work.

  His first patient was a forty-five-year-old male who had suffered chest pains while shoveling snow.

  The first responders at the scene had already transmitted the twelve-lead EKG. Someone showed it to Ethan and he instructed them to page the on-call interventional cardiologist.

  Moments later the man arrived in the department.

  “I was clearing the snow from the steps and I started to feel funny,” he told Ethan. “My chest was kind of tight, like someone was squeezing it. And I thought I was being a wimp, so I carried on. But then my wife appears at the top of the steps and she says, ‘Mike, you’re whiter than the damn snow.’ She called 911.”

  “Good decision. I’ve already checked the EKG the first responders sent through and it shows that you’re having a heart attack.” Ethan saw the fear in the man’s eyes and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re in good hands, Michael. We’re going to take good care of you and I’ve called the cardiologists.” He turned to the team. “Can we get a repeat EKG? We need two large-bore IVs and let’s get him on a nitro drip. We need to prepare him for the cath lab.” He turned back to his patient, explained what was happening and questioned him carefully.

  “I can’t believe it’s my heart. I feel pathetic. It was just a bit of snow. How the hell can this happen?”

  “You’re underestimating the physical demands of shoveling snow, especially heavy snow like the storm we had last night.” Ethan slotted his stethoscope into his ears and listened to the man’s chest. “It can be as demanding as a sprint, except that clearing snow usually lasts longer. Maybe a better comparison would be a heavy session on the treadmill. And the combination of cold and physical exertion increases the load on your heart. You probably had a spike in your blood pressure. At least you had the good sense to stop and call 911. We see plenty of folks who keep going, who think they’re being weak and don’t stop. You stopped. That was smart.”

  “You’re sure it’s a heart attack?”

  Ethan showed him the EKG. “This shows that you’re having what we call a STEMI. That stands for an ST Elevation Myocardial Infarction. We’re going to keep you attached to a heart monitor for now and send you for an angiogram.”

  They prepared him for transfer to the cardiac catheterization lab, placing a portable monitor and oxygen tank on the bed.

  One of the less experienced interns looked stunned. “Shoveling snow? If he’d been a walk-in I would have assumed he’d pulled a muscle.”

  “If someone comes in with chest pains after they’ve been shoveling snow, assume it’s a heart attack. He needs PCI in the cardiac catheterization lab. We aim for a door-to-balloon time of ninety minutes or less.”

  “Ethan? Could you take a look at this?” The triage nurse called him over and Ethan moved on to the next patient.

  It was a busy day. His mind was taken up by the demands of his job. His patients.

  He didn’t give his sister or her dog a single thought.

  HARRIET TUGGED HER wool hat further over her ears and checked the address twice. Normally she picked Madi up from Debra’s house, but her client was flying to the West Coast for a couple o
f weeks to deal with a family emergency and had left Madi with her brother. He lived in the West Village, which was technically out of the area the Bark Rangers covered, but Harriet told herself this was an exception. She went where her clients went, and if Madi was staying in the west side of lower Manhattan then that was where Harriet would go. It would require some redesigning of her schedule because she wouldn’t be able to handle the walks on the Upper East Side, but they had enough dog walkers in that area to ensure that she should be able to accommodate this latest change of plan.

  The temperature had plummeted and an icy wind bit through her clothing. The promised snow had finally started falling.

  Harriet was wearing her weatherproof coat and her weatherproof trousers, but still she was shivering.

  Debra wanted Harriet to walk Madi twice a day, every day.

  “My brother is wonderful and I adore him, but he has no clue about dogs. I’ve promised him you will walk Madi and do whatever is needed. He’s a doctor. Busy. I don’t want Madi to be a bother.”

  Knowing Madi as well as she did, Harriet didn’t hold out much hope in that direction.

  It wasn’t that Madi was a bother exactly, more that she was acting in a way representative of the breed. Madi was a spaniel, a working dog, intelligent and inquisitive. Harriet adored her, but she hadn’t found her particularly adaptable. She wasn’t convinced she would respond to a change of environment as smoothly as Debra was anticipating.

  It was probably a good thing Debra’s brother was a doctor. Presumably he’d be patient and caring and adept at handling difficult situations.

  Someone patient and kind was exactly what Madi needed to help her settle into her new home.

  She checked the address again. This part of Manhattan was a maze of winding streets. There were bookstores and bistros, bars and coffee houses. It was an area rich in history, with cobblestone streets lined with brownstones and beautiful town houses. It was also an easy place to get lost.

  According to Debra, her brother lived in a two-bedroom, two-bathroom duplex loft apartment.

  By the time Harriet found the apartment block, the light was fading and the tips of her fingers were numb.

  She planned to take Madi for a half-hour walk, although she wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. Not only was her ankle throbbing, but it was never great for the dogs when it had been snowing. The streets were mucky and winter was always hard on the dogs’ paws. She constantly thought about the dogs, about their welfare and what she could do to make their lives the best they could be.

  Fliss said it was the reason they had a thriving client base, but Harriet never thought about that side of it. She didn’t do it for the owners, she did it for the animals. Their comfort and happiness was what mattered to her and if that led to a happy owner, then that was a bonus.

  Snow or no snow, Madi needed the exercise. Debra had given her the key, and the moment she opened the door to the apartment she knew something was wrong.

  She’d fostered enough pets to sense disaster when it was close by.

  She had no idea what the apartment looked like normally, but she guessed it was nothing like this.

  Cushions lay scattered on the floor, their stuffing surrounding them like clouds. Toilet paper was festooned over the furniture like giant ribbons.

  Staring at the mess in dismay and disbelief, Harriet walked through to the kitchen.

  There, on top of a mound of dried pasta sat Madi, looking guilty.

  “Oh dear. Did you do this? All by yourself? Boy, are you in trouble, young lady. And a bag of flour too. You’ve been busy.” Harriet eyed the snow-like substance covering everything in sight. She dropped her bag, dragged off her hat and her coat and tried to work out where to start. Take the dog out first? Clear up?

  She decided that Madi had to be her priority. She’d never known the animal to behave badly before, which had to mean she was distressed. Clearing up could wait. “Poor Madi. What happened? Were you bored? Scared? Is this a very strange place?” She stooped to make a fuss over the dog. She pulled her onto her lap and removed pieces of pasta from her fur. “Don’t worry. I’m here now and everything is going to be fine.”

  “I don’t think so. In fact I’d say everything is far from fine.” An icy voice came from the doorway and Harriet turned her head quickly. She hadn’t heard anyone else enter the apartment, and neither had Madi, who wriggled off her lap and bolted for safety, scattering pasta and rice.

  The man in the doorway topped six foot, the collar of his long coat turned up against the bitter winter chill, his eyes a steely blue.

  Blue eyes. Ice-blue, to go with the icy voice.

  She recognized those eyes, and the handsome face, and her heart skipped a beat. It made her feel a little dizzy, but she was comforted by the fact that if she collapsed in front of him he’d know what to do about it.

  Why hadn’t it occurred to her that Debra’s brother might be the doctor who had treated her?

  Dr. E. Black.

  Not Edward, but Ethan.

  Broad shoulders hunched, he scanned the wreckage of his kitchen and his living room with incredulity. “What the hell happened here?”

  It was a fair question but she wished he’d asked it in a less threatening tone.

  Harriet dragged herself back from the land of dreams to uncomfortable reality.

  “I’m guessing Madi didn’t appreciate being left alone all day in a strange environment. The poor thing was scared.”

  “The ‘poor thing’? What about my poor apartment?”

  He strode into the apartment, slamming the door behind him. The noise echoed around them and was the final straw for Madi, who fled behind the kitchen island.

  Harriet was about to go to her when there was a knock on his door. Cursing under his breath, Ethan went back to it and dragged it open.

  A woman stood there. Harriet guessed she was in her seventies. Her hair was the color of the bag of flour Madi had just exploded over the floor and walls. She was slightly bent and barely reached Ethan’s chest, but the look she gave him was fierce.

  “Dr. Black.” She peered at him over the top of her glasses. “We appreciate how hard you work and your contribution to society. I’d even go so far as to say you’re something of a hero around here, but that doesn’t change the fact that your dog has been howling all day. I’m sorry, but we cannot tolerate it.”

  “Howling?” His bemused response made it clear he had no idea how a dog might respond if left alone in a strange apartment all day.

  Harriet knew.

  She looked questioningly at Madi, who looked back with sorrowful eyes.

  “Howling. It has driven us all crazy. As you know, well-mannered dogs are allowed in this building, but—” She broke off, her attention caught by something over his shoulder. “Oh my—whatever has happened?”

  “I have yet to work that out, Mrs. Crouch. When I find out, you’ll be the first to know.”

  “Have you had a break-in? An intruder? Because—”

  “No break-in. My intruder has four legs. He’s my sister’s dog. She had to fly to San Francisco because my niece has been in a serious accident. I’m helping her out.”

  Harriet frowned.

  Did he not realize Madi was a girl?

  Mrs. Crouch seemed to soften a fraction. “I’m sorry to hear that. I know how close you are to your family. How is she doing?”

  “I haven’t called the hospital yet. I’m going to do that in a moment.” He raked his fingers through his hair, still damp from the snow. “I apologize for the howling, it won’t happen again. I understand your frustration and I share it. I’d be grateful for your patience while I fix this, and you have my word that I will fix it.”

  Mrs. Crouch melted. She patted him on the arm. “Don’t you worry, Dr. Black. We can cope with a little howling if that’s what it takes. Call your sister. You must be worrying to death. I’m sorry to have bothered you at such a difficult time.”

  Harriet blinked. He’d turned
her from attack to apology with a few sentences.

  He probably had a wealth of experience dealing with difficult situations in the emergency room, but still that was a particularly smooth performance. He’d been kind, polite and caring.

  The man was wasted as a doctor. He should be a hostage negotiator.

  Which was a relief, because for a moment there he’d made her a little nervous.

  By the time he finally closed the door again, Harriet had relaxed a little. That feeling lasted until he turned back to her and she saw that the dangerous glint in his eyes was back.

  Whatever restraint had prevailed when he’d talked to his neighbor appeared to have abandoned him. And she knew why. Mrs. Crouch wasn’t the focus of his anger.

  That seemed to be reserved for Harriet, although she had no idea why he should be holding her responsible. She wasn’t the one who had burst the bag of flour and thrown pasta and toilet paper around his apartment.

  Whatever the reason, he was angry, and she wasn’t good with angry men.

  Part of her wanted to follow Madi and hide behind the sofa but she stood her ground and reminded herself that he had reason to be a little annoyed, but he shouldn’t be angry with her.

  “You’re the dog sitter my sister talked about?” His words were clipped and she swallowed.

  “I’m not a sitter. I’m a dog walker, and yes, I’m—”

  “So if you’re a dog walker, why didn’t you walk the damn dog?”

  It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room.

  Harriet had to force herself to inhale. “Excuse me?”

  “If your job was to walk the dog, why didn’t you do it?” The anger in his voice rattled her composure so badly it took her a moment to respond.

  “I arrived five minutes before you did. My plan was to take Madi out and then clear up.”