The next day at the courthouse, Harry was relieved to see that everything was back to normal. He'd tried to find out more about what had happened, but neither Dan nor Sabrina would elaborate.

As Sabrina sat in the courtroom that Wednesday, she couldn't believe that she had only one more week there. She'd had an amazing time, and as much as she tried to tell herself otherwise, it was because of Dan, and she was very torn with how she felt about that. The night before with him had been a completely new experience for her. She'd never spent enough time with a man to ever get into arguments, but the past twenty-four hours or so had been quite the emotional roller coaster. She and Dan had grown extremely close in a very short amount of time, and she had to admit that it scared her. While it was genuine on one hand, she wondered if it was somehow misplaced on the other. They were fiercely attracted to each other, so was the physical connection making the emotional something bigger than it really was? After she returned home in a few days, would she still feel the same? She didn't know.

Harry had pulled her aside during the dinner break and asked if she'd told Dan that she was moving yet. She quickly told him no and made him promise that he wouldn't say anything to him.

It didn't help matters when Dan handed her an apartment guide right after she sat down in her usual spot before the second half of the session started. He'd kissed her cheek & said, "Just in case."

Sabrina fought the urge to run from the courtroom.

When they walked into her hotel room later, Dan asked, "Are you feeling all right? You've been quiet tonight."

Sabrina shrugged off her coat and dropped it into a chair. "I'm fine. Maybe just a little tired. I've had a pretty busy vacation."

Dan stood in front of her and gently cupped her face in his hands, smiling down at her. "You know, if you want some time to yourself, I can go home."

Sabrina had honestly considered it, but the desire that she still felt for him won out. "I'd really rather you stayed."

"But I don't want to wear you out," he said, voice soft as he gazed at her.

Sabrina laughed then and stepped away from him. "Yes you do," she teased, walking over to the small fridge.

Dan's eyes enlarged when he realized what he'd said, or more accurately, how it had sounded.

"Oh…well…yeah, I guess I do," he admitted with a sheepish smile.

"Speaking of," Sabrina began, pulling a can of whipped cream from the fridge and holding it up for him to see. "How about we put this to good use?"

A feral grin spread across Dan's face. "I'm using it first!"

As they headed towards the bathroom, pulling clothes off and giggling like teenagers, Sabrina forgot all about the apartment guide.

"We're going to miss you," Christine told Sabrina Friday during dinner break.

"I'll miss you guys, too," Sabrina replied, looking around at her new friends. "I've had more fun at a courthouse than I thought possible."

"Hopefully I've had a little something to do with that," Dan said, winking at her.

"Yes, you've had quite a lot to do with it," she confirmed, smiling at him.

"I gave her an apartment guide, too, so maybe she'll come back and stay a while," he added, his eyes wide and hopeful.

"Were you thinking of moving here?" Roz asked curiously.

Sabrina shared a knowing look with Harry who remained quiet. She felt awkward and wasn't sure how to answer the question.

"Um…no, I don't have any current plans," she lied, glancing at Harry again. "You never know, though. So, are we still doing drinks after work tonight?"

"Not me," Mac answered, shaking his head. "Renee's been sick, and Quon Le needs a break."

"I think the rest of us are planning on going," Harry remarked as everyone else nodded. "And on that note, gang, it's about time to head back to the courtroom."

It was after two in the morning when Dan and Sabrina returned to her hotel room. Both were a little tipsy, so they crawled into bed fairly quickly.

"Tonight was fun," he said, pressing against her back and draping his arm over her waist to hold her close like he always did. "Just think of all the future fun nights we could have if you lived here. I'm really going to miss you."

Taking a deep breath, she told herself to let it go once more. She'd avoided the topic of moving as much as she could, but she was starting to get annoyed.

Dan and Sabrina had a big to do list for her last weekend in New York. They ate their fill of pizza and bagels, went to the top of Rockefeller Center, took the ferry over to the Statue of Liberty and attended a Rockettes show after dinner on Saturday.

Overall, it had been a wonderful day except for the few times that he'd brought up moving.

When she remarked how much she loved the pizza, he told her that if she lived there, she could have it every day. When she commented about the many museums and historical sites that were there to see, he said that if she moved, he'd take her to all of them. With each mention, it got harder for her to ignore it. She knew that he meant well, but enough was enough. She just wanted to enjoy her last couple days with him, not get grilled every other hour about moving.

"I am absolutely worn out," Sabrina announced after she changed into her pajamas to relax for the rest of the evening. "What an amazing day. Thanks for tagging along."

They settled in on the couch as Dan replied, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I have had the best time with you, Sabrina. Truly. I know that I keep mentioning moving here, but – "

"Look," she interrupted, moving away just enough to look at him and trying not to snap. "I really appreciate your enthusiasm – and I share it – but let's just have fun for my last couple days, okay?"

"I know. I just can't help it. There have been a couple other women that I let slip through my fingers," Dan said, reaching for her hand. "I feel like it's going to happen again, and I'm not ready for that, I guess."

As Sabrina gazed into his eyes – so full of affection for her – she felt her stomach flip flop in uncertainty. She'd known so many men like him – she'd heard the same song and dance before. She simply couldn't allow herself to feel but so much for him when he'd probably return to his 'normal' ways in a short time. She was a new toy, but eventually there would be another. She understood that because she was that way, too.

"Dan, I – I don't know what to say."

His eyes were pleading with hers as he reached for her hands. "Just say you'll think about it."

Sabrina looked away, an unknown feeling pooling in her stomach as she slowly pulled her hands away from his. "Choosing to leave my home, my job and my friends for someone that I've known only three weeks is a pretty big request."

"But you just said that you felt the same," Dan reminded her, sitting up on the edge of the couch. "Do you or don't you?"

Sabrina really didn't want to have this conversation, and she didn't like the tone of his voice. "You know that I have thoroughly enjoyed spending time with you."

Dan laced his fingers together, his forearms resting on his knees. He looked like he was struggling with what he wanted to say, his gaze bouncing around the room. "Yeah, we've had a lot of fun in the sack, haven't we?" he asked bitterly, eventually looking down at the floor and shaking his head.

Sabrina found it difficult to believe that he was getting an attitude about their shared enthusiasm for sex. "If I'm remembering correctly, some of your first words to me were 'how about my place later' and 'need someone to tuck you in'. So why is having fun in the sack such a bad thing suddenly?" She tried not to sound annoyed, but she was. What was his problem?

Dan stood then and took a few steps away from the couch before turning around. "It's true that most of my adult life I've been focused on one thing," he admitted, anger suddenly blazing from his eyes. "But to be honest, it's getting old." He began to pace in front of the television. "Hell, I'm getting old. I know I'm used goods – been around the block – whatever you want to call it – but I still thought that if the right woman came along, she'd be able to see me – the me I hide – and maybe find something of value there. Sabrina, I've shared things with you that I haven't told anyone else – not even Harry. There hasn't been anyone that I wanted to share those things with. But I did with you. I thought that you – that maybe – " Then he stopped and looked around, searching for words that weren't coming to him as his shoulders slumped. With a sigh, he finally said dejectedly, "You know what? Maybe I'm just kidding myself. Who would want a middle-aged, selfish, greedy womanizer, right? Apparently having fun in the sack is all I'm ever going to be good for."

Sabrina watched in confusion as he quickly gathered his things. "Are you – are you leaving?"

Dan fetched the few toiletries that he had in the bathroom and then picked up his bag and coat. "Yes. I'm going home. I got what I wanted after all, right? What else could I possibly want?"

Sabrina was stunned as she stood from the couch. She was hurt and confused and angry all at once. "Dan, please stay. We've been having such a good time, and I leave early Tuesday morning." This was the last thing that she wanted. Why did he have to get so damn serious?

Dan pressed his lips together as he opened the door, but he didn't look at her. "Maybe I'm finally to the point of wanting more than just a good time. Besides, I'm sure Harry would appreciate more time with his cousin."

"Look, can we talk about this some – "

But Dan walked away with no look back, and the door closed behind him with a click that seemed louder than it should have been in the uneasy silence surrounding her. Sabrina was in boxers and a skimpy top, so she couldn't run through the hotel after him.

Falling to the couch in a sad heap, Sabrina told herself that it was for the best. The only problem was that she didn't believe it, and the tears that rolled down her cheeks confirmed it.

Sabrina awoke Sunday feeling just as horrible as when she'd gone to sleep the night before. She still couldn't believe that Dan had gotten mad and left. She wanted to call him, but something told her not to. He wanted a conversation that she was just not ready to have.

She'd planned to do a few more things around the city before she left, but she didn't care to leave the hotel. She turned on the television and stayed in bed most of the day, venturing out for pizza just once.

"How about I take you and Dan out for lunch?" Harry asked when he called Monday morning.

Sabrina was quiet for a few moments, unsure of what to say at first. There was no reason to lie; he'd find out soon enough.

"Would you mind picking something up and coming here?"

"No problem. What do you guys want?"

"Um…I'd like some Chinese. Some General Tsos and a couple egg rolls would be nice."

"Okay. Does Dan want his usual?"

Sabrina inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. "He's not here, Harry."

"He's not? Why?"

"Can we talk when you get here?"

"Um…sure. I'll be there in about an hour."

"He got mad and left?" Harry had paused eating with his chopsticks in the air after Sabrina had told him about her and Dan's chat.

"Yeah. I couldn't believe it."

He shook his head and resumed eating. "Why didn't you just tell him then that you're moving? I really don't understand why you refuse to tell him. I mean, it's not a big deal."

"He wants too much, and I'm not ready. It's better this way."

"You know I love you, but I think you're being ridiculous. I promise you that he's not ready for marriage."

Sabrina took a bite of her egg roll and looked away; she didn't really have a reply for him. Maybe it was time to tell him how she was when it came to dating.

"I'm just like him, you know."

Harry frowned as he reached for a fried wonton. "What do you mean?"

"I play the field, Harry," she clarified. "I just want fun. Been that way for years."

He simply shrugged. "So have fun with him then. Isn't that what you were doing?"

"He said himself that he was to the point of wanting more than a good time," she reminded him. "That's just not me."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "Well, I wish that you'd talk to him, but I can't force you. What happens when you're up here for good?"

"I wasn't planning on running into him," Sabrina said, spearing a piece of chicken with her fork; she never used chopsticks.

"He'll hear me talking about you."

Sabrina shrugged and reached for her drink.

Harry was obviously not pleased with her response, but he didn't comment about it. "So I'm taking you to the airport tomorrow morning, yes?"

She offered a small smile. "Please?"

"I'd already planned on it."

Once Harry left, Sabrina took the comforter off the bed and curled up on the couch with it. She thought back over the last month. She'd dried the flowers that Dan had given her, and she had quite a few photographs of them together that she tried not to look at. Every time the little voice in her head wondered if she should pick up the phone and confess everything to Dan, another voice immediately squashed it. She repeatedly told herself that she was doing the right thing. Once she returned home, her thoughts would settle and she would be thankful that she hadn't said anything.

"You let me know the minute that you get back so that I can help you move in, all right?" Harry told her, giving her a big hug after retrieving her luggage from the trunk.

"I will; I promise. Thanks for everything. Love you."

"Love you, too!" Harry called out as he climbed back into his car with a mischievous grin appearing on his face.

As Sabrina found a place to sit in the airport for an hour or so until it was time to board, she took off her coat to get comfortable when she saw something fall out from a pocket. She didn't remember putting anything in there.

She picked up the folded piece of yellow lined paper – like from a legal pad – and opened it.

It was to her from Dan, and she gasped quietly as she immediately looked away and closed her eyes. She thought for the briefest moment that she wouldn't read it, but she knew herself better than that. She couldn't not read it. She looked back at the letter and started reading against her better judgment.

Dear Sabrina,

I wanted to write this to you, and yet I'm unsure of what to say. The last month with you has been one of the best. You probably think that that's a line, and while I can't prove it isn't, all I can do is tell you that I mean it with all my heart. I wasn't asking you to move in or marry me, but I did feel something special with you, and I already miss it. I missed it the moment that I left your hotel room. Once more, a woman that I think I could care deeply for has slipped through my fingers, and I am somehow more empty because of it. Hope you find happiness.

Dan

Sabrina could not stop her tears from flowing. She quickly gathered her things and rushed to the nearest restroom to cry in private.