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about them, if he crossed that line and made their work interaction personal, she simply would not be able to control her actions or her need for him.
    “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miss Molly.”
    Oh, shit . Her heart dropped, as did her hand. A bad feeling bounced around in her stomach.
    He’d changed his mind. Sam must have decided to accept her resignation after all. He’d had a chance to sleep on it and must have realized she was right. She had to go.
    Well, of course he had. What had she expected? Regardless of what he thought about the contents of the email, he knew that if she’d mistakenly sent the letter to him, she could have sent it to anyone.
    Her shoulders drooped. “You want me to leave.”
    “Huh?” He stared at her. “What?”
    “You’re accepting my letter of resignation after all, aren’t you?”
    “Christ, no.” Sam unfroze. He took the final step to her counter. “How’d you jump to that conclusion anyway?”
    “You want to discuss the emails. What else could I think?” Sheesh, her heart pounded loud enough to deafen her. And so much for not blushing. The closer Sam got, the more her cheeks burned. She probably looked like a lava lamp.
    “You could think that there is no question about your leaving. As I said in my first email, you are still working here, and the issue is not open to negotiation.”
    “Doc, I accidentally sent you a dirty letter. I said things in there I should never have said.” Well, typed. “You should never have seen those things.” She peered up at his face, sure she’d see censure in it, but there was none. “I could have easily sent the letter to someone else, which would have been embarrassing for everyone. You have to want me to leave.”
    Okay, really, Mol? You’re arguing against yourself now? Convincing Sam to fire you?
    “Molly, relax.” Sam held out two hands as if to pacify her. “You’re not going anywhere. Hell, if you ever left, the practice would be a shambles by day two. I need you. End of story.”
    She stared at him dubiously but couldn’t stop the relief that rushed through her. Or the little quiver of excitement at the idea of him needing her.
    “Okay, let’s clear the air. Let’s get this out there so we can get on with the day.” Sam paused as though expecting her to object.
    She didn’t. Why would she? She wanted to remain in her job more than she’d ever wanted anything. Except maybe for Sam.
    “You made a mistake, that’s all. One mistake, which you tried to correct immediately. You can’t possibly believe I’d want you to leave because you sent me the wrong email.”
    “It was quite an email, Doc. We can’t ignore that.”
    “Of course we can’t. And I don’t want to.” His tone dropped, his lips softened and his mouth looked downright kissable. “I’m looking forward to the next one.”
    Molly blinked. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, sending chills up and down her spine, and her heart raced like crazy. Hormonal, excited and relieved were not the only things she felt. No, there was a whole host of other emotions swirling around in her chest.
    Okay, Molly. Focus. Stop thinking and respond to Sam. He’s waiting for you to say something.
    “You really want another email from me?”
    Sam nodded. There was his smile, back again, tugging at his lips, making him look sinfully sexy. And sensual. And beautiful…
    Wait. Concentrate. Clarify . “Another dirty email?”
    “More than I want my next breath.” His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, his eyes darkened with desire and his pupils dilated. “There are all those contagious symptoms, Miss Molly. We need to explore them. Find out why they’re suddenly affecting both of us.”
    For a second, Molly forgot how to breathe. Forgot there was even air in the room. Surely Sam had sucked it all into that blistering look of his?
    She melted. Her legs gave way and had the chair not been beneath her, she’d have landed in a boneless puddle on the floor. His