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tonight, he’d put the board to good use in the morning and hit the beach at dawn. After the two days he’d had, he could use the exercise and the opportunity to de-stress.
    Working off a little of the physical and emotional reaction Molly’s words had wrought would be a good thing too. Although Sam knew he’d soon be working that reaction off in the shower at home—with the help of his hand and his friend, Mr. Soap.
    His mind was already anticipating the next personal email he’d receive from Molly. So long as it had nothing to do with resigning, he couldn’t wait to read it.
     
     
    Hours after tucking Mickey in bed and giving her a final kiss goodnight, Molly sat on her bed with the laptop and checked her inbox for the one hundred and seventy-third time since getting home.
    Her hands shook and her belly lurched.
    Her mistake today had officially landed her on the front page of the Annals of the World’s Dumbest People. It had also landed her in the pits of hell. Sam now knew how she felt about him. In one fell swoop, she’d humiliated herself and ruined the best job she’d ever had.
    Even Mickey had picked up on her anxiety and mortification, asking if she was okay countless times. She’d done her best to reassure her sister but hadn’t exactly succeeded. There was no way she could promise Mickey everything would be fine if she didn’t believe it herself.
    Now how would she support them? How would she pay off the massive loans the bank had been reluctant to give her in the first place? She’d lose her car and her credit rating, and she and Mickey would have to move somewhere more affordable than the matchbox-sized two-bedroom unit they currently lived in.
    What a huge, horrible mess.
    The previous one hundred and seventy-two times Molly’d checked her emails had been fruitless, so she’d forced herself to wait at least an hour before checking again. It was the longest hour of her life.
    This time when she looked, there was not one email from Sam, but two.
    Both desperate to see his response and terrified to read what he’d written, she opened the letter of resignation first—with a billion butterflies in her belly.
    Then promptly burst into tears.
    Sam had refused her resignation. She didn’t have to leave. Didn’t have to panic about where her next paycheck would come from or how she’d afford to put food on the table or clothes on Mickey’s back.
    The relief was so overwhelming, Molly began to hyperventilate. The room spun, forcing her to place her head on her knees and focus on the almost impossible task of inhaling and exhaling evenly.
    She’d no sooner established a reliable rhythm of breathing when the mortification hit her all over again. Sam may have rejected her resignation, but how on earth could she ever face him? Ever look him in the eye knowing he’d read that letter?
    With hands shaking even harder than before, she clicked on the second email. It took a good few seconds before she could pry her eyes open and read the damn thing. And when she did, when she’d reread every word at least twice, the tears had ceased and her jaw hung open in disbelief.
    Holy shit.
    Sam had liked the letter. More than liked. He’d been aroused by it. Aaaand…he wanted her to write him another one.
    Molly started to smile. And laugh. And then hiccup as her breath lost its rhythm again.
    Sam was aroused—by her. She’d turned him on.
    She threw herself back on her bed and lay there grinning stupidly at the ceiling. Of all the scenarios she’d pictured after sending through the wrong email, this one had never occurred to her. Dr Sherman wanted her. His receptionist. He also wanted another letter from—
    Hang on!
    Yeah, Molly might be grateful, happy and dumbstruck, but she wasn’t a complete moron. She may have overstepped the boundaries of the doctor/receptionist relationship, but Sam was overstepping other relationship boundaries. Boundaries that didn’t sit at all comfortably with her.
    She hopped