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agreement.
    They had already been briefed on the subject – twice.
    “Good.” Brian offered the young men a smile. “Keep up the good work.”
    “Oh, sir?” The brunette guard addressed him.
    Brian had been ready to leave. “Yes Chris?”
    “They’re calling you a hero, on the news.” The young man’s golden eyes were proud. “I rather like working for a hero.”
    “Yeah, that’s me – big hero.” Brian frowned, remembering how far he had been parked away from Richard’s Mercedes, remembering how he should have been parked closer, been quicker to react and watching more closely.
    These last few days, he chastised himself for his mistakes with every waking breath. 
    Chris was confused. “Sir?”
    Brian couldn’t bear the adoration in the younger man’s eyes. 
    He turned away and began to walk down the hall. “Don’t believe everything you hear on TV, mate.”
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    “Nurse, who was that man who was in here just now?”
    The peppy blond nurse had returned, in neon pink scrubs this time.
    Her name was Sally and she was again annoyingly chipper. “Oh, now he didn’t upset you, did he?”
    “He who?” Asked Miranda, brow furrowed in confusion. “I was told that only my family, close friends, the police and hospital staff would be allowed to see me.”
    “That was Brian Logan,” Sally whispered in an excited rush of air. “ The man who saved your life. ”
    “The man who what?”
    “He was there, when it happened.  He called the ambulance, dressed your wound, rode with you in the ambulance.”
    That was news to Miranda. 
    No one had mentioned this man to her before.
    The nurse pointed at the dense jungle of flowers and get well wishes that had gathered next to her bed.
    “Miss Fowler, he brought you roses.  A dozen pink roses.  How very thoughtful...”
    Miranda had a dim recollection now of a dark haired man in the ambulance that had brought her here, to Letterman General Hospital.
    “Brian Logan, huh?” She mused.
    “It’s been all over the news, in all the newspapers.  They say that the City of San Francisco wants to give him a citation for bravery.”
    “I’m sure he deserves it...”
    “They say that you owe him your life, Miss Fowler.” With a big smile, Nurse Sally drew open the heavy blue curtains that had darkened the room.
    “My own personal hero, huh?” Miranda wondered why he hadn’t stuck around to introduce himself.  Why hadn’t Uncle Russ introduced him? “Well it will be nice to meet him.”
    “You don’t remember him, then?”
    “Not really.  All I know is that he’s huge, with dark hair.”
    “That’s him in a nutshell, all right.  He’s built like a football player – a real brick outhouse of a man, as my grandfather used to say.” Sally rearranged a few of the flowers nearby, in the huge bouquet of yellow lilies that Judge Aitken had sent. “With arms like that, he must lift weights. He’s huge .”
    “I kind of gathered that.”
    “He’s not handsome, like all-American Tom Cruise handsome but more rugged handsome, like Pierce Brosnan.  He has slate grey eyes that tell you he means business and the sexiest grin I think I’ve ever seen on a man.”
    Sally paused to come around the bed and check the IV machine and then continued, “His skin is tanned a golden brown, like he sees a lot of the outdoors. And muscles.  Holy Heaven! I swear, I’ve never seen a man fill a threadworn t-shirt so well, except maybe in magazines or on TV... Yet he’s not scary fit, like a steroid user or anything.”
    Miranda yawned and smiled at her nurse. “Sounds like you have a bit of a crush on him?”
    “Can you blame me?” Sally sighed. “He speaks with an accent too, as though he’s English or Australian or something.” She pressed a button on the IV machine and offered Miranda a smile. “He