while, see if anything else rings a bell,’ Dr Mandeville
suggested smoothly, looking at Darcy who nodded, even though she was still terrified.
It was obvious that Aidan Harris was hugely frustrated about his condition, and given the level of his exasperation over the after-effects of the accident, she wasn’t looking forward to
admitting that it was she who’d run him over with her bike.
It must be awful, waking up like that and not being able to remember who you were or where you lived. The closest she’d ever come to something like that was drunkenly struggling to figure
out which apartment was actually hers after a ‘lively’ night out with Joshua a while back. She’d escaped a potentially close call by trying her keys in Mrs Henley’s door in
the early hours of the morning, but luckily for her, her neighbour seemed to sleep very soundly.
Then Darcy thought of something. ‘Doctor,’ she called out just as the woman was about to leave. ‘You probably know this already from Mr Harris’s ID, but if it’s any
help, I think he might live in a brownstone off Central Park West. I can give you the address if you’d like.’
The doctor nodded. ‘Thanks. I believe we did get that information from Aidan’s ID, however we’ve been unable to contact any family members there.’
Maybe he lives alone?
Darcy wanted to reply, and took a surreptitious glance at Aidan’s left hand. No wedding ring.
‘How do you know that?’ Aidan asked suspiciously, when the doctor took her leave. ‘About where my house is?’
Darcy coloured a little as she told him the story of how Bailey had refused to let her take him home until they’d tried his place first. She smiled as she recounted the Husky’s
exploits from the day before, although she left out the bits where she’d fed him pizza for dinner and pepperoni for breakfast. But then she thought of something.
‘So how long do you think you’ll be here – at the hospital, I mean?’ she asked him, wondering now just how long her house-guest would be staying.
His expression darkened. ‘A few days at least because of the damned concussion and the fact that I have no idea who the hell I am. They say they can’t let me out in case I go
wandering off somewhere – for insurance reasons or some other bloody nonsense like that.’
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.’
‘No, it’s fine.
I’m
the one who should be apologising, not to mention thanking you for taking care of my dog,’ he said, raising a smile which lit up his entire
face and made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
Darcy gulped, looking away. ‘It’s been a pleasure. He’s a great dog. I’m sure he misses you though. You should have seen how anxious he was to get into the house
yesterday and couldn’t seem to understand why I didn’t have the keys.’
Aidan Harris frowned once again, and Darcy was worried that she’d said something wrong when he reached over to his bedside locker. Opening it, he took out a transparent Ziploc bag, and
from this withdrew a heavy set of keys.
‘They gave me these earlier and I immediately started wondering if I worked for Fort Knox or something. Look.’ He pointed out a heavy key-ring which to Darcy’s untrained eye
looked to be made of real gold; a selection of keys were attached to it. Next to this was a miniature baseball key chain bearing what Darcy recognised as a Mets logo.
‘So at least you know you’re a baseball fan,’ she said with a smile, although she would have betted on someone from his part of town favouring the Yankees.
‘So it seems.’ Harris sighed heavily. ‘Inconceivable . . .’
There was a brief silence and unsure what to say next, Darcy asked what sort of food she should be giving Bailey. ‘Does he have any particular favourites? Seeing as it looks like we might
be roomies for a little while longer.’
She noticed that Aidan seemed to be struggling internally with something. ‘I wonder – would you mind keeping an
suggested smoothly, looking at Darcy who nodded, even though she was still terrified.
It was obvious that Aidan Harris was hugely frustrated about his condition, and given the level of his exasperation over the after-effects of the accident, she wasn’t looking forward to
admitting that it was she who’d run him over with her bike.
It must be awful, waking up like that and not being able to remember who you were or where you lived. The closest she’d ever come to something like that was drunkenly struggling to figure
out which apartment was actually hers after a ‘lively’ night out with Joshua a while back. She’d escaped a potentially close call by trying her keys in Mrs Henley’s door in
the early hours of the morning, but luckily for her, her neighbour seemed to sleep very soundly.
Then Darcy thought of something. ‘Doctor,’ she called out just as the woman was about to leave. ‘You probably know this already from Mr Harris’s ID, but if it’s any
help, I think he might live in a brownstone off Central Park West. I can give you the address if you’d like.’
The doctor nodded. ‘Thanks. I believe we did get that information from Aidan’s ID, however we’ve been unable to contact any family members there.’
Maybe he lives alone?
Darcy wanted to reply, and took a surreptitious glance at Aidan’s left hand. No wedding ring.
‘How do you know that?’ Aidan asked suspiciously, when the doctor took her leave. ‘About where my house is?’
Darcy coloured a little as she told him the story of how Bailey had refused to let her take him home until they’d tried his place first. She smiled as she recounted the Husky’s
exploits from the day before, although she left out the bits where she’d fed him pizza for dinner and pepperoni for breakfast. But then she thought of something.
‘So how long do you think you’ll be here – at the hospital, I mean?’ she asked him, wondering now just how long her house-guest would be staying.
His expression darkened. ‘A few days at least because of the damned concussion and the fact that I have no idea who the hell I am. They say they can’t let me out in case I go
wandering off somewhere – for insurance reasons or some other bloody nonsense like that.’
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.’
‘No, it’s fine.
I’m
the one who should be apologising, not to mention thanking you for taking care of my dog,’ he said, raising a smile which lit up his entire
face and made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
Darcy gulped, looking away. ‘It’s been a pleasure. He’s a great dog. I’m sure he misses you though. You should have seen how anxious he was to get into the house
yesterday and couldn’t seem to understand why I didn’t have the keys.’
Aidan Harris frowned once again, and Darcy was worried that she’d said something wrong when he reached over to his bedside locker. Opening it, he took out a transparent Ziploc bag, and
from this withdrew a heavy set of keys.
‘They gave me these earlier and I immediately started wondering if I worked for Fort Knox or something. Look.’ He pointed out a heavy key-ring which to Darcy’s untrained eye
looked to be made of real gold; a selection of keys were attached to it. Next to this was a miniature baseball key chain bearing what Darcy recognised as a Mets logo.
‘So at least you know you’re a baseball fan,’ she said with a smile, although she would have betted on someone from his part of town favouring the Yankees.
‘So it seems.’ Harris sighed heavily. ‘Inconceivable . . .’
There was a brief silence and unsure what to say next, Darcy asked what sort of food she should be giving Bailey. ‘Does he have any particular favourites? Seeing as it looks like we might
be roomies for a little while longer.’
She noticed that Aidan seemed to be struggling internally with something. ‘I wonder – would you mind keeping an
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