As Sabrina entered her apartment, Will close on her heels, she said, "I'm really sorry about that."

Will chuckled. "For what? I always love a good awkward dinner party."

As Will closed the door, Sabrina stopped and turned to face him. "That was beyond awkward. I know Emma wanted me there, but I can't imagine why Patrick didn't talk Robin out of it. He had to know that me, him and Robin in that house, Emma or not, would be beyond weird."

Will walked over to her and lightly grasped her upper arms. Then he said, "I think Drake didn't stop it because he wanted an excuse to see you."

"What?"

"You've been giving the guy - your friend, who you were joined at the hip with the entire time I've known you - the cold shoulder since New Years. He misses you."

"Well, I just thought it was best now that his wife is home to make myself a little scarcer in their lives so that they can readjust." Sabrina stepped out of his grasp and put her purse, coat and keys on the couch.

Will rolled his eyes as he removed his coat. "Is that the reason? Or, is it because you don't want Robin finding out you've been sleeping with her husband?"

At that, Sabrina froze and stared at Will. When he gave her a knowing look, she scrambled to play off his comment. "Of course we slept together, Will. We were engaged and I had his baby."

"Not then, Sabrina. Now."

"What are you talking about?"

Sabrina sat down and Will walked over to her and sat next to her. "I know you were sleeping with Drake. I was suspicious that day in the locker room and on New Years when I saw him follow you into the office, but tonight confirmed it."

"Oh, God. How?"

"The two of you tried way too hard to act as if nothing was going on. It was actually kind of entertaining."

Sabrina buried her face in her hands and shook her head. When she lifted it she looked into Will's amused eyes. "Do you think Robin knows?"

"No. And I won't say anything."

"You won't?"

"No. First, I'm in no position to judge and second I care about you too much to hurt you like that."

"You aren't mad at me for using you as a cover?"

"Naw," Will said, smiling as he brushed a strand of hair off her face. "I'm glad you did it because it gave me a chance to get to know you."

Sabrina smiled back at him despite her embarrassment and grabbed his hand to put it between her two. "I'm glad, too, Will Foster."

Will got serious and then said, "I can tell you are hung up on Drake, but I was hoping you would consider giving us a chance. I really like you and I think we could be good together."

Sabrina thought a moment. Then, she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I really like you, too, Will, and I'm open to seeing where this goes, but you need to know that I'm not just hung up on Patrick - I'm in love with him. I don't want to hurt you by leading you on."

"Sabrina, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself." Then, he stood up and pulled her up with him. He stepped closer to Sabrina so that they were nearly flush against each other. "And... I've got ways to make you forget all about Patrick Drake when you're with me," he added with a sly wink.

Sabrina had to admit the guy wasn't lying. Ever since he stepped close to her, all she could think about was their kiss on New Years when she'd been pulled into his embrace despite her intent to keep some distance between them after what had happened with Patrick in the office. Sabrina laughed happily and decided to play along. "Oh really? And what would those be?"

Will leaned in and whispered some of his ideas in her ear, which caused Sabrina's internal thermometer to rise several degrees. Then, he pulled back slightly and wiggled his eyebrows in a 'see why women can't resist me' kind of way. "So? What do you think?"

Sabrina let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hmm... I think you are very creative, but I'm not convinced you can deliver on those promises."

Will reared back slightly and faked a wounded look. Then he abruptly encircled her waist with his hands and pulled her against him. "We'll just see about that," he said right before he kissed her.

Patrick grumpily loaded the dishwasher as Robin chattered on and on about how nice the night went. As far as Patrick was concerned, the whole thing had been an awkward disaster. He had not been thrilled about Sabrina and Foster coming for dinner, but since it was to celebrate Emma's success at her winter dance recital, he couldn't say no. Emma loved Sabrina and, despite having her mom home, often confessed to missing her. She thought she'd done something wrong since Sabrina wasn't coming around anymore, not realizing that she was stuck in the middle of a very complicated and possibly explosive grown-up game, so he wanted to make her happy.

He thought the cold shoulder before their New Years kiss was bad, but Sabrina had surpassed it since then. She had literally cut off all personal communication between them. He had resorted to bringing Emma to work once a week (when Sabrina was working) just to get face time with her. Unfortunately, Sabrina fawned over Emma but ignored him as much as possible by taking her to the cafe or lunchroom for "girl time".

The fact that he missed Sabrina so much some days that it hurt to breathe was the second reason he caved to the dinner idea. If Sabrina was in the house with him in front of Robin and Emma, then she would be forced to pay attention to him. Patrick had been excited when he opened the door and saw her standing there until Foster, who'd forgotten something in the car, sidled up behind her. Patrick should have gotten a medal for the level of self-control he'd conjured up not to punch the guy out every time he touched, flirted with or kissed her cheek or hand affectionately. Then, after several painful hours of tense interaction, Foster gave him a knowing wink as he left with Sabrina, which really stuck in Patrick's craw. What the hell was that about?

"Earth to Patrick? Are you there?"

"Huh?" He said as he shoved a plate into the dishwasher tray.

"You haven't heard a word I said, have you?"

"Uh, no, sorry." When Robin frowned, Patrick made up an excuse about being preoccupied over an upcoming surgery.

"I was saying how great it was to see Emma so happy tonight."

"Yeah, well, she misses Sabrina. She got pretty attached to her again while you were gone."

"Yeah... I kinda noticed." When Patrick looked up, surprised at her pissy tone, Robin hedged, "Seems she isn't the only one."

"What?"

"You're still having a really hard time seeing her with Will. Is there a reason for that?" Robin asked suspiciously.

Patrick, desperate to deflect her, said, "I just don't like the guy. He is a player and she will get hurt. I don't want that for Sabrina after everything she has been through."

"Everyone likes Will."

"I don't." Patrick said as he slammed the dishwasher shut.

"Honestly, Patrick, I think you would find a problem with any guy Sabrina started dating."

"What? That's ludicrous."

Robin crossed her arms. "I don't think so. I think you are jealous because you aren't over her."

"If you say so. Listen, I'm tired. I have surgery tomorrow morning. I'm going to bed."

"Where?"

"Where I go every night."

Robin sighed. "This has to stop, Patrick. We can't put our marriage back together if you keep avoiding me."

Patrick walked toward the kitchen door and said. "We've been through this. I'm trying, but I just need some time. Too much has happened for us to pick up where we left off."

Robin walked over to where he was standing and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I miss you. I want my husband back."

He stepped out of her embrace. "Well, I wanted you to stay here, but you didn't. Then, I wanted you to come home while I grieved my son, but you didn't. Sometimes we can't have what we want, Robin."

Patrick turned on his heel and walked to the guest bedroom as Robin looked on, crying silently.