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onto her knees and hit reply. This time she didn’t bother with pleasantries or formalities.
     
    Sam—aren’t you forgetting something?
     
    The letter was sent before she had time to second-guess herself.
    Then the waiting began. It had taken over six hours for him to respond the first time. How long would it take—?
    Her computer dinged.
    Not too long apparently.
     
    Forgetting what?
    Sam
     
    Molly rolled her eyes. Men!
     
    Sarah.
     
    His response wasn’t much longer.
     
    What about Sarah?
     
    Duh. What did he think?
     
    She wants to marry you. Remember?
    It’s hardly appropriate for me to send another email, don’t you think?
     
    Even as she hit send, she blushed. Lord, was she really emailing the boss about her dirty letters and his almost-fiancée?
    The next email took a couple of minutes longer to arrive.
     
    Miss Molly, trust me. Sarah has absolutely no bearing on anything that happens between us. And I hope your mistakenly thinking she’s interested in marrying me doesn’t stop you from writing to me again.
    After all, we have to identify these symptoms we’re both suffering from. Even more importantly, we need to find an effective treatment…
    Sam
     
    Molly almost passed out from relief.
     
    So you’re not marrying Sarah?
     
    I’m not marrying Sarah.
     
    That was all it took for Molly to once again fling herself back on the bed and grin stupidly at the ceiling. This time, the light-headedness had nothing to do with relief or fear of being fired. It had to do with the world of incredible possibilities that had opened up. Possibilities Molly had never dared consider before.
    Sam wasn’t getting married, and he wanted to explore the so-called symptoms both he and Molly were experiencing. Her boss wanted more emails!
    Could she do it? Could she send him another explicit letter? And if she could, how did she then keep their private interaction separate from their professional dealings? Because no matter what might change between them personally, Molly was still his receptionist, and she needed to act as one.

Chapter Three
    Molly willed herself not to blush as Sam stepped into his rooms. She willed her body temperature down to a gentle simmer and prayed to God she didn’t do something really stupid, like grab the good doctor as soon as he said hello and kiss him all over.
    “Dr. Sherman,” she said in greeting, delighted, terrified and surprised to see him. He was earlier than usual by a good half hour.
    Okay, so her voice wobbled a little as she spoke, but seriously, what had she expected? She was one huge jumble of overactive hormones, erratic excitement and ridiculous relief.
    “Molly.” Sam closed the door to the waiting area and smiled that best darn smile in Sydney. There were no signs of the exhaustion and weariness that had dogged him yesterday. He just looked gorgeous.
    And was it her imagination, or was his smile a little broader than usual?
    “Don’t you think it’s time you called me Sam?” he asked. “After that email yesterday—”
    “Whoa.” Molly stood and threw her hand up, palm facing Sam, cutting him short. She’d known she’d have to deal with Sam and the emails face-to-face, but she hadn’t expected to tackle them first thing in the morning. “Now you stop right there, mister. Er, Doctor. Not another word.”
    Sam froze dramatically, stopping midstep, as she’d demanded. His eyes glinted with amusement.
    Smartass.
    God, she loved him.
    “You have to stand there and promise me….” Molly shook her head. “No, swear to me, that you are not going to speak out loud about those emails. Not one word about them, at all, ever.” After long hours of thought—the entire night, spent tossing in bed—Molly had come to this conclusion. So long as Sam didn’t make any reference to their emails during office hours, she could maintain her professionalism around his patients and colleagues. She could be “just the receptionist”. But if he insisted on talking