From the Inside Flap
For a moment, she felt as if someone had sucked all the air out of the room. The guy was tall, maybe six-one or two, with short dark-brown hair that stuck up as if he'd been running his hands through it all morning. He wore jeans and a gray hoodie, and well-worn black Converse shoes with white trim. He was incredibly good looking, and her first thought was that maybe a movie star was doing some kind of charity visit to the hospital or something. But the way he was looking at her told her he wasn't here by chance. He knew her.
He held her gaze for a long moment, and she swallowed the second mouthful of cracker with difficulty. Then he looked back at the doctor, nodded, and said something else before coming into the room.
"The doc will be back in a minute," he announced as he approached the bed. He had a deep, rich voice, and the hairs rose on the back of her neck.
"Thanks," her mother replied, looking at Phoebe. They were all looking at her. They were waiting for her reaction.
"Hey," the guy said. Up close, she could see that his eyes were a bright blue. He was gorgeous.
He was also a complete stranger.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, heart racing. "I don't know who you are."
The guy glanced at Noelle, then slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I'm Rafe Masters," he told her. "I'm the guy you're marrying in ten days' time."