Sarah Morgan - Holiday In The Hamptons

“Manhattan is always fun for a visit, but I wasn’t tempted.”

At least, not by the city.

An image of Fliss appeared in his head. She was laughing, the strap of her minuscule bikini sliding over her shoulder as she raced across the beach, her bare feet kicking up the sand.

He tapped a key on the computer and entered the details into the notes.

Nancy, the vet technician, handed over an information leaflet and showed Angela out.

She was back moments later.

“I overheard that last part of the conversation. Were you really not tempted to stay even for a moment? I have to admit if I had the choice between New York City and here, I’d take Manhattan.” She struck a pose and broke into song, grabbing a syringe from the box to use as a microphone.

Seth rolled his eyes. “It’s not enough that I have to suffer the inquisition from the patients. Now I have to suffer it from the staff, too?”

Nancy stopped singing and put the syringe back. “It’s just that when you leave, I leave, so I need some notice.”

“I’m moving into my new house in the next week or so, and I don’t plan on leaving it anytime soon.” He closed the file. “Was Angela our last patient for the morning?”

“Smoke the kitten was back in, but you were tied up so Tanya dealt with him. She said to tell you to go to lunch. She has everything in hand.”

Tanya, the other vet and his partner in the practice, was a wonder. “Good. I’ll be on my cell if you need me.”

“Hot date, Dr. Carlyle?”

“Not exactly.”

But he was working on it.

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