More Than Words: More Than, Book 3 by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online

know you’re anxious to see him.”
    Sam clapped the man on his shoulder, took his own cup and walked over to Molly, giving Ethan a minute to compose himself.
    With his back turned to the distressed man, Sam’s expression changed, allowing Molly a peek into his thoughts. The narrow set of his eyes spoke of his concern for Greg. His pursed lips hinted at contained fury—a fury Molly had no doubt was aimed at the stepfather. And then there was Sam’s determined nod, as though he were devising a plan of action to deal with the whole tragic case.
    Molly was already dialing when Sam told her he needed to speak to the social worker, stat. “I’ll connect the call to your office,” she said softly. “Should I conference in Ella?”
    He nodded. “Yeah. She has the case worker’s details.” He lowered his voice so only Molly could hear. “Get security up to CCU too. If the stepfather is there when we get down, things could get ugly.”
     
     
    Sam’s call had been a good one. Security had stepped in the minute Ethan had walked into Greg’s room and seen Martin. He’d lashed out wildly, throwing punches at the other man.
    Martin had wisely chosen to leave, and Sam had spent a minute calming Ethan, reminding him his priority was Greg, not the abusive stepfather.
    Things had been tense between the boy’s divorced parents too, but the social worker, who’d met them in CCU, had dealt with that. The case was no closer to being resolved though. Greg remained unconscious, although he was responding to physical stimuli, which was good, and police had been called in to investigate Ethan’s allegations and Sam’s concerns.
    By the time Sam had returned to his office—running forty minutes late—Molly’d been forced to deal with a waiting room full of irritated parents. As usual, she’d done a stand-up job of pacifying them.
    But Sam’s mind was no longer on work. Nope, he was home at a reasonable hour, and he intended to unwind with a scotch and his iPad. He’d been checking emails the whole day with little success. Tonight he hoped to find a letter from Molly.
    She owed him one. Had even shaken on their deal.
    Their chat this morning had been…interesting.
    Yeah, right. Interesting .
    It had been flat-out arousing. How Sam had stopped himself from hauling his receptionist into his arms and kissing her the way she’d asked him to kiss her in her email was a mystery.
    It was probably respect for Molly that had stopped him. Even though she dropped little bombs about how she’d like to jump him, she’d been determined to keep things purely professional during office hours, and it was hard to argue with that kind of logic.
    Wanting to wash the hospital off his skin, Sam took time for a quick shower before settling onto his couch, glass in hand, wearing nothing but his towel. He took his sweet time opening his emails. The anticipation alone had his cock stiffening. And his chest swirling with warmth.
    There’d be a letter. He knew that for sure. One thing about Molly, she was honest to a fault. If she’d told him she would send him an email, he’d get it.
    And there it was. Sitting in his inbox, simply titled, Symptoms Worsening .
    He took a long sip of scotch, letting the drink heat his belly before placing it on the coffee table, resting his feet beside it and opening the mail.
     
    Dear Sam,
     
    He freaking loved her calling him Sam.
     
    I thought long and hard about sending you this email, wondering if it was the right thing to do, what with me being your receptionist and all.
    But then I got distracted by the long-and-hard part, and before I knew it, I was typing. You know why, don’t you?
    Because that’s how I imagine you when you’re aroused. Long and hard.
     
    Sam placed a hand over his erection in a useless effort to ease the pain as it rose to full glory. Yeah, Molly’s letters turned him on. But they did something else. Made him feel in a non-physical way. Made his chest ache from thoughts of what