the present.
They’d had no contact for ten years, so this was always going to be an awkward meeting for both of them, but it was a meeting that was long overdue, and if she wasn’t going to come to him, then he was left with only one option.
He’d go to her.
He’d tried leaving it alone. He’d tried pushing it into his past. Neither had worked, and he’d come to the conclusion that tackling it head-on was the only way forward.
He wanted the conversation they should have had a decade before. He wanted answers to the questions that had lain dormant in his head. Most of all, he wanted closure.
Maybe then he could move on.
HARRIET’S PHONE RANG just after 5:30 a.m., and Fliss was already halfway through the door. She’d been woken early by one of their dog walkers who’d picked up stomach flu after a night out and couldn’t crawl out of her bed let alone walk an energetic dog. Thoughts of Barney the bulldog waiting patiently in his owner’s apartment in Tribeca for someone who wasn’t going to turn up drove Fliss from the comfort of her bed a full hour before she would normally have forced herself upright.
At least it was walking a dog.
She liked the simplicity of dealing with animals. Animals never tried to force you to talk about things you didn’t want to talk about.
“Harry? Someone is calling you.” She yelled her sister’s name and then cursed as she heard the shower running.
Knowing there was no way her sister was going to hear the phone through the sound of running water, she eyed the device, torn between the need to leave and do battle with the subway, and the almost irresistible lure of possible new business.
They’d call back.
But Harriet might not answer it because she hated talking to strangers on the phone. And then they’d lose business.
Damn. She closed the front door, checked the number and frowned as she answered.
“Grams?”
“Harriet? Oh, I’m so glad I’ve reached you, honey.”
“I’m—” Felicity was about to say that she wasn’t Harriet, but her grandmother was still speaking.
“I don’t want to worry you, but I had a fall.”
“A fall? How? Where? How bad?”
“I tripped in the garden. So silly of me. I was trying to do something about the fact it’s so overgrown. And the gate is so rusty it will hardly open. You remember how it always made a noise?”
“Yes.” Fliss stared through the window of her apartment. She’d poured oil on the gate to try to stop its creaking when she’d sneaked out in the night to meet Seth. “Are you hurt? Where are you now?”
“I’m in the hospital. Would you believe I’m in the same room they put me in when I had my gallbladder removed ten years ago?”
“What?” She shouldn’t be thinking about Seth. “Grams, that’s awful!”
“It’s perfect. This room has a beautiful view of the garden. I’m very pleased to be here, and they’re taking very good care of me.”
“I meant awful that you’re in the hospital, not awful about having a nice room.”
“Well, it’s not so awful while I’m here. The awful part will be when they send me home. And they won’t do that until I assure them I have someone there to keep an eye on me for a while. I think it’s a fuss about nothing, but I’m a little bruised and apparently I was unconscious for a while.” There was a pause. “I was wondering—I hate to ask since I know the two of you are so busy with your business, but is there any chance you could come just for a few weeks? Just until I’m back on my feet? I’m too far from town to be able to manage easily, and if I can’t drive I’m going to struggle. Would Fliss be able to manage without you? It would mean leaving New York, but you always used to love the summers here.”
It would mean leaving New York.
They were the best words she’d heard in a while.
Fliss tightened her grip on the phone. “Leave New York?” Her mind raced ahead. “You want me to spend the summer with you?”
“A few weeks should be enough. I’ll need help with the shopping and cooking, and simple things around the house. Just until I’m back on my feet and mobile. And then there’s Charlie, of course. I don’t know how I’m going to walk him, and he does need exercise.”
Fliss winced. Charlie was her grandmother’s beagle. He was stubborn and single-minded. He also bayed a lot, which meant Fliss invariably resorted to headache tablets whenever she visited.
Biting back her natural response, she reminded herself that she was pretending to be Harriet.
“How is darling Charlie?” She almost choked on the words. How did her sister manage it? How was she so unfailingly kind and generous?
“Too energetic for me to handle for a while, and you’re so lovely with him. I shouldn’t have got another dog at my age, but he brings me so much joy. Sadly I can’t cope with him if I’m resting.”
“Of course you can’t.” Fliss glanced up as Harriet emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. “I’ll come.”
“You will? Oh, you’re such a good girl. You always were.”
No, she wasn’t. She’d never been a good girl. That was the problem. And even now she was doing the right thing for the wrong reasons. But she was doing it, so that was what counted, wasn’t it? Did it really matter if she had her own reasons for wanting to escape the city?
“When are you able to come home, Grams?”
“The day after tomorrow if you’re able to pick me up from the hospital. You’ll need to rent a car—”
“No problem. I’ll handle that.” She felt a rush of relief. The cloud that had dampened her mood for the past few weeks lifted. Here was the perfect solution to her problem, right under her nose. She didn’t have to fly to Hawaii. She didn’t even have to leave the state of New York. “Take care, Grams. I’ll give your love to Fliss.” She ended the call, and Harriet raised her eyebrows.
“Why are you giving love to yourself?”
“She thought I was you.”
“And saying, ‘I’m Fliss, not Harry,’ didn’t enter your head?”
“I was about to say that, but then my genius plan came into my head instead.”
“Suddenly I’m nervous.”
“You know I mentioned going to Hawaii? Turns out I don’t need to. I’m going to spend the summer in the Hamptons.”
“Summer
