Moonlight over Manhattan (From Manhattan with Love 6)

Harriet deserved the best, and he knew for sure he wasn’t the best.

“What are you doing?” Her face was so close to his that all he could see was the blue of her eyes.

“I’m leaning on you. You offered.” And her mouth was right there. Right there.

But her mouth wasn’t on offer. None of her was. Not to him.

“Are you sure you’re not capable of walking by yourself?”

“Definitely not.” He staggered a bit to prove his point, knowing that he was taking advantage of her good nature.

By the time they reached the bathroom he felt as if he needed to lie down for a month. That, he thought, was his punishment for pretending to be weaker than he was. Now he really did feel as weak as he’d pretended to feel.

He braced his arm against the door frame, frustrated by the lethargy that threatened to floor him. “I’m not sure I can make it downstairs to eat.”

“No worries. I’ll bring it up on a tray.” She touched his face with her palm, her eyes warm with sympathy. “Do you feel horrid?”

“Yes.” And that was probably a good thing, he thought, or he might have done something he would definitely have regretted later.

The moment she sensed weakness, she lowered the barriers.

It was the only good thing about being ill.

He took a shower and when he walked back into the bedroom she was standing there holding a tray.

“Chair or bed?”

Unable to help himself, he gave her a wicked smile. “Which would you prefer?”

She gave him a look that made him wonder if she’d ever taught kindergarten. “I can walk out anytime and take my soup with me.”

“Bed.” He slid back under the covers and she placed the tray on his legs, the weight of it pressing down through the covers. “Stay and talk. I promise to behave.”

“I have to do my accounts.”

“If you’re prioritizing accounts over me then I’m truly put in my place.”

“I don’t want to do them, but I have to. Honestly, I hate it. I’m not good at it. Fliss is.”

He picked up the spoon. “Then why not let her do it?”

“Because she can do it easily and I can’t.” She said it as if it was obvious.

“Why do something you’re not good at, if it’s a strength of your sister’s?”

“Challenge Harriet.”

“There’s a difference between doing something that scares you, and something that doesn’t play to your skills.” He took a mouthful of soup and closed his eyes. “This is incredible.”

“I’ll pass your compliments to my grandmother.”

“Tell me about her.”

“She has a beautiful beach house in the Hamptons.” She sat down on the chair, but on the edge as if she hadn’t quite decided whether to stay or not. “We used to spend the summer with her. It was my favorite time.”

“Because you love the beach?”

“Because my father wasn’t there.”