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looked at Rafe Mancuso. That chemistry she’d ignored, thinking it had to be one-sided.
    Now he’d given her reason to think maybe it wasn’t. Maybe he shared those feelings and desires.
    “Are you okay?” the nurse asked, breaking into Sara’s wayward thoughts.
    “I’m fine. Just surprised by the lengths people will go to in the name of news.” She tossed the paper onto the desk, attempting nonchalance. “Do me another favor? Tell the other nurses not to believe everything they read, okay?”
    The woman smiled. “Sure thing. Although I have to say, if that man thought I was gorgeous, I’d makesure I scooped him up before some other desperate woman stepped in for me.”
    Sara cringed. “I take it no one here believes I’m his sister?”
    The nurse shrugged. “What can I say? Everyone figured he’d want you to stay, and his family didn’t argue.”
    Sara rolled her eyes. “What a crazy couple of days. I really need some sleep.”
    “Well, you can rest assured he’s in good hands.”
    That’s what worried her. “Thanks,” Sara said, pre occupied, her mind still whirling with Rafe’s words.
    He thought she was gorgeous?
    He’d noticed her curves?
    So what?
    She forced herself to calm down and focus. Even if his words were honest and true, even if he was no longer engaged to be married, nothing between them could change. Rafe was a man who believed wholeheartedly in the idea of family and permanency, while Sara didn’t hold any illusions about romance or happily ever after.
    Life and relationships were hard enough for normal people. Her family history was proof that cops couldn’t sustain long-term relationships of any kind. Generation after generation on every branch of the family tree merely cemented the mantra she livedby—job first and revolving-door relationships when she had time. Although lately there hadn’t been any of either.
    She gripped her crutches tighter at the reminder—her job was all she had. Which made this injury and its potential career-ending repercussions so damn scary.
    THE DAILY POST
    THE BACHELOR BLOG
    Nothing is more sexy than a reluctant hero, and that’s Rafe Mancuso. The police officer/hostage negotiator rescued one of New York’s finest, earning him the next most-eligible bachelor status. And based on what he said before passing out from his injuries, his heart might already be spoken for. Still, ladies, anything can happen, so watch for him on the street and send me updates! I’ll post them as they come in.
    Rafe liked his privacy. Coming from a big family, he’d learned the value of being alone, away from the constant questions and attention. After college, he’d moved away from his small upstate town and the many relatives who’d been interested in his every move. Of course, he stayed close with his older brother, Nick, and his three adoring sisters. But he loved and appreciated them more from a distance. Here in Manhattan he’d found anonymity in the large crowds—until thatdamned blogger picked up the hostage story. Now the women of New York City seemed focused on his every move, and he hated it.
    After a week’s postoperative rest, Rafe began to take small walks for exercise and to slowly rebuild his stamina. But the Bachelor Blog had made him a spectacle, no longer the anonymous person he’d enjoyed being.
    A trip down the hall resulted in female neighbors eyeing him like fresh meat. They coyly batted their eyes and talked in a stage whisper about how they were single and available. For anything. When he walked into the Starbucks he frequented, the guy behind the register shouted a hello, customers turned around and silence descended. The barista making his coffee slipped him her number. And the precinct called and said they’d been receiving packages and perfume-scented deliveries for him. Disgusted, Rafe told them to get rid of them.
    All the while, the Bachelor Blogger continued to speculate on Rafe’s relationship with the woman he’d rescued. Day