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expression rendered her speechless.
    One thing Molly had never been before was speechless.
    Sam shifted from one foot to the other, as though he were suddenly in physical discomfort. “Never mind contagious. With the way I feel standing here looking at you, I suspect this may be the beginning of an epidemic.”
    And there were the shivers again, racing up and down her spine, making the office seem electric. “S-Sam…”
    His chest heaved. “I like the way you say my name.”
    Molly blinked. Electricity zipped through the quiet rooms.
    “Say it again,” he urged in that hoarse whisper.
    The sound scraped over Molly’s skin, giving her goose bumps. Honestly, that was a bedroom voice. A whisper reserved for lovers.
    “Sam.”
    Uh-oh. Her voice sounded equally bedroom-ish. And wasn’t that completely inappropriate for work? Molly shook her head, trying to clear the fog. “Okay, look. This is exactly why I didn’t want you to bring up the letter. Now instead of us working and focusing on your patients, like we should be, we’re talking about you and me and symptoms neither of us should be feeling and erotic things I wish you’d do to me. And that is all just wrong.”
    “Nothing wrong about it that I can see,” Sam disagreed.
    She threw her hand up in the air again, showing him her palm. “No, now you cut that out right now, mister. Er, Doctor.”
    “So, we’re back to this?”
    “No. We’re not back to anything. We’re going to set a few limits so I can actually get some work done. Otherwise I’m going to get so distracted you’ll wish you’d accepted that letter of resignation. Now, about those limits…”
    He raised an eyebrow in question.
    “One, there will be no talk, at all and whatsoever about the emails.”
    “Bu—”
    “No. No arguments. I can’t do it. I can’t discuss them with you. It’ll make work hours way too awkward, and frankly that’s not fair to either of us or to your patients.”
    “Okay, you have a valid point. I’ll agree to it on one condition.”
    “And that is?”
    “You don’t stop the emails. And let me warn you, Miss Molly. I’m greedy. I want one a day, at least, for the rest of the week.”
    Ack! “A-and then?”
    “And then we can reassess. Depending on the symptoms, we may need to increase it to two a day. Or more.” He shrugged. “Time and treatment will tell.”
    Two a day? Heck, she could fill his inbox with erotic emails about him. Tingles raced up her back. Anticipation shot through her veins. “Fine. You have a deal.”
    “Good.” He stuck out his hand. “Let’s shake on it.”
    Uh-oh. She eyed his hand warily. Molly made it a practice never to touch Sam. Nestled in the very act was temptation. If she touched him once, even with a little handshake, she feared she might never stop touching him.
    “What?” Sam challenged. “You won’t shake my hand? Don’t tell me. That’s the second limit you’re going to set.”
    Pshaw. Absolute nonsense. Of course she could shake his hand. And she did. Only the second he folded her palm into his, she regretted it—kind of. His hand was large, capable and warm. And her hand fit in it perfectly. The feel of his fingers against hers sent a wave of pleasure through her.
    If his hand felt so good, how would the rest of him feel?
    She wondered if he’d mind if she checked. If he’d be happy to stand there while she ran her hands all over that scrumptious body of—
    Damn it, Mol. It’s just a handshake.
    She gave his hand a firm shake and pulled away.
    Phew. Thank heaven that was over. But now her palm tingled like crazy. “Okay, limit number two…”
    “Yeah?”
    “I can’t call you Sam. You’re Dr. Sherman, and that’s that.”
    “That’s ridiculous, Molly. You called me Sam twice, a few minutes ago.”
    “I did. And then I almost jumped you. I can’t go around behaving like that in your rooms. It’s unprofessional.”
    “You almost jumped me?” Sam’s grin was huge and smug. Oh, and so