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damn sexy, Molly melted all over again. She blushed too, if the fire in her cheeks was anything to go by.
    “That’s the point, Dr. Sherman. I can’t go around behaving like that here. Imagine if I did, and a patient walked in.” She grimaced.
    “Okay. How about a compromise?”
    “What kind of a compromise?”
    “During office hours, I’ll be Doctor. Outside of the office though, I’m Sam.”
    Molly mulled the idea over and decided it was a good one. The only time she’d have need to address Sam outside of office hours would be in her letters, and then she’d call him Sam anyway. She could do it, easy-peasy. Besides, she never saw Sam anywhere but at the hospital. “All right. Agreed. It’s a deal.”
    Out came his hand again.
    “Really?” She squirmed, both with the need to touch him and the need to restrain herself. “We have to shake on this too?”
    “Hey, a deal’s a deal. And a deal has to be sealed…with a handshake.”
    Damn it, how did he manage to look innocent and mischievous all at the same time? He was altogether too good at those ambiguous looks.
    She pointed to her watch. “Time.”
    “Time?”
    Sheesh, wasn’t she Miss Verbal this morning? “L-look at the time, Sa— Dr Sherman. It’s office hours.”
    “What about the rest of our limit-setting?”
    “We’re done. It was just those two points I had to get across. Now that we have, we’re okay to start the day.”
    He regarded her with that beautiful, seductive hazel gaze for a long moment.
    The world around her ceased to exist. All she could see was that gaze, and all she could feel was its magnetic pull calling to her. Every instinct told her to heed the call. To get up, walk around the counter and go to him.
    The air was suddenly thick with potential, rich with all the possibilities that could be. The longer Sam stared at her, the more intense her need became, until finally Molly had no choice. No choice at all.
    She blinked, snapping the connection.
    Sam blinked too. And just like that, the moment passed.
    She leaned over to get a file and handed it to Sam, heading right into receptionist mode—which frankly was easier than dealing with her hormones and this very seductive doctor. “The social worker was here ten minutes ago. She wanted to discuss Greg Avery’s case with you.”
    After a few long, long seconds, where his gaze—still heated, but no longer quite so potent—held her pinned to her chair, he nodded. “Okay. If this is how you want to play it, this is how we’ll play it. Business as usual—during office hours.” He opened the folder and glanced over the first page. “Can you get her on the phone for me when I’m in my office?”
    “Sure.” Phew. Crisis averted. For now . “Has Greg woken up yet?” She didn’t ask to keep his attention diverted. She was genuinely interested. Mickey had been unconscious for thirty-eight hours after the accident. Sam had spent a long time explaining the ramifications of a closed head injury and losing consciousness. The longer Greg remained comatose, the smaller his chances of making a complete recovery.
    Mickey, fortunately, had not suffered a brain injury. Her spine was a different story.
    Sam shook his head. “Nope. But I have him lightly sedated. Don’t want him thrashing around until we’ve established the extent of the injury to the brain.”
    “Still think it’s a case of abuse?” Grateful her hand held steady, Molly passed him a pile of paper slips, each with a phone message written down.
    “More with every passing hour.” He held up one of the notes, asking about it.
    And finally the morning became another regular day at the office. They ran through the rest of the notes, with Molly jotting down all of Sam’s requests. Then he headed off to his office, leaving Molly to catch her breath. And she would have done that had the door to the rooms not exploded open.

Chapter Four
    A man tumbled into the waiting area, looking around in desperation. Worry clung to