Sabrina, exasperated by the man's inability to make a choice despite his confession of love, threw her hands in the air. "So, once again, you love me, but not enough to move on from Robin." She gritted her teeth and shook her head as she mumbled to herself. Then she ducked around him to the closed door, outside of which she could hear the partygoers counting down to the new year. As she turned the knob, Sabrina glanced over her shoulder and said, "Goodbye, Patrick."

However, before she could open the door more than a crack, Patrick came up behind her and pushed it shut with his hand. Unable to counter his leverage and affected by his nearness, Sabrina whispered, "Please..."

He leaned in closer so his body was against her back and murmured, "Please, what?"

When she leaned back into him, he used his other arm to encircle her waist the way he used to. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to inhale his scent and said, "Let me go."

As the partygoers began the countdown, Patrick grabbed her hip with his hand and used his hold to turn her so they were face-to-face.

EIGHT!

He backed her gently against the door and slid his hand downward until it was level with her face and then cupped her cheek. "I wish I could, but I can't... And I don't think that you want me to."

FIVE!

Sabrina knew she should push him away and storm out, but she couldn't. Instead, she let go of the doorknob and brought her hand to the back of his neck to pull him toward her as she wrapped her other hand around his waist.

THREE!

Sabrina shook her head and uttered a barely audible "No." Then, she locked eyes with Patrick, who was staring at her with the same look of love and confusion she'd seen after their non-wedding.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Sabrina swallowed convulsively. "What are we going to do?"

In response, Patrick's hand traveled from her cheek to her chin and he used his fingers to tip her face upward just before his lips landed on hers.

Sabrina reveled in the feel of Patrick's lips on hers again, so she gave into the kiss with everything in her. The past week had been horrible, as she'd missed him fiercely, but knew distancing herself from him and Emma was the right (and best) thing to do now that Robin showed up. Sabrina could rationalize sleeping with Patrick while Robin was away, but she wouldn't do it under the woman's nose. So, Sabrina deleted every voicemail and text message Patrick sent her and avoided him at work unless absolutely necessary.

She hadn't planned to come tonight, but Will had been an amazing friend to her since he found her balling her eyes out on Christmas Eve, so she accepted his invitation. He comforted her without asking too many questions and they ended up going for coffee and talking again. With Felix in NC and Patrick and Emma suddenly unavailable for Christmas dinner, Sabrina impulsively invited Will over when he mentioned not having any holiday plans.

During their dinner, which Will insisted on eating in front of the TV so they could watch her movie, Sabrina laughed and had a nice time. She'd been thrown by Patrick's appearance, but shook it off until Will left. Later, while Sabrina marveled at Patrick's thoughtful gift that was mixed in with Emma's presents, she also strengthened her resolve to save her sanity by letting go and looking toward a future - again - without them in her life.

As the cheers outside the door grew louder, they seeped into Sabrina's consciousness. Realizing where they were and what was happening, Sabrina ripped her lips from his and pushed Patrick away from her.

"We can't do this," Sabrina said on a shakey breath. "You're married and I'm a fool for thinking this would end differently."

Sabrina shushed Patrick when he went to speak because she couldn't stomach another excuse or plea for time to make up his mind. "Go ahead. Take your time. Think things through. But don't expect me to wait around while you do it."

Sabrina grabbed the doorknob with one hand and raised her other hand to keep him at bay. Then, she opened the door and left without another word.


When the door closed behind Sabrina, Patrick doubled over to catch his breath. He knew she'd just walked out of his life and it had literally knocked the wind out of him.

He wanted desperately to chase her, but he was convinced that anything less than an admission his marriage was over wouldn't be enough. Despite the fact that these few minutes with Sabrina had been the best of his week, Patrick wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet. He owed it to Emma to at least attempt to put things back together with Robin.

Patrick checked the watch on his wrist (that had been the gift in the box from Sabrina) and saw he'd been gone about fifteen minutes, which would let him tell Robin that he went to the restroom and then got a call from the hospital. He hated lying, but seeing Sabrina was worth it.

When Patrick exited the office, he hugged the wall until he was far enough away from the office to appear as if he'd been elsewhere. When Robin saw him, she ran up to him and asked where he was that he missed their midnight kiss.

As he was giving her his rehearsed speech, Patrick spied Sabrina and Foster out of the corner of his eye just as he leaned in to give her a New Year's kiss. Patrick lost his train of thought when, instead of quickly pulling away the way "friends" would, Sabrina and Will melted into their embrace.

"Patrick?!"

Without losing sight of them, he said, "Huh?"

"You were saying something about the hospital and stopped." She paused and then asked, "What are you looking at?"

Patrick tore his eyes away from the couple. Before he could say "Nothing," he saw Robin spot them.

Robin patted him on the arm and said pityingly, "I guess it's tough to see her with someone else, huh?"

"You have no idea."

"Well, I imagine you'll get used to it. She was wonderful to you and Emma, so I'm glad Sabrina found someone to move on with." Then Robin smiled brightly and added, "And I'm sure you will be, too, once you get over the shock."

When Robin turned and grabbed his hand to pull him toward her family, Patrick muttered, "I doubt it," to himself.