As the water turned on, Sabrina cut Robin's chatter off. "We have dinner reservations, so I'm going to head out and wait for Will outside. It was good to see you both." She grabbed her purse from the bench where she'd set it down earlier. "Please tell Emma hello for me."
While Sabrina was secretly thrilled with Patrick's jealousy, she had no wish to remain in their presence for any longer than necessary, especially since Will's shower comment had her remembering just how refreshing the new showers were. Sabrina couldn't trust herself not to blush and give away everything, so she figured a hasty exit was the best idea. Will would definitely pay for that comment later. And pay. And pay. And pay.
Before Sabrina could leave, though, Robin stopped her. She glanced at Patrick, who remained silent and still as a stone, and then said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Uh, sure."
"I know this probably is a bad idea, but would you be willing to watch Emma for us next weekend?"
"Um…"
"Patrick and I have to go out of town unexpectedly and no one else is available. I hate to ask, but we're kind of desperate."
Sabrina looked between Patrick and Robin and said, "I'm not sure if it's a good idea, Robin. It's been hard for Emma to adjust to me being in and out of her life and I wouldn't want to confuse her."
Robin sighed. "She loves you and really misses you, so if you could find the time, it would mean a lot to her – and to us – if you would watch her."
At that, Robin elbowed Patrick. "Patrick, say something..."
Patrick shook his head as if to free up the cobwebs that had taken root there. "Please, Sabrina? I know you miss her as much as she misses you."
Sabrina had only managed to get out an, "I'll think about it," when Will came out from his shower dressed in a tight t-shirt and faded jeans that looked really, really good on him. Sabrina turned her attention to him as he shoved his stuff in his locker, brushed a hand through his hair and sat to put on his sneakers. When Will stood up, he pushed the door shut and came up beside her.
"Ready to go?" he asked warmly as he grabbed her hand and kissed it. "We've got a lot to do tonight."
"Absolutely," she said as she squeezed his hand. "I can't wait." Then, Sabrina turned toward Robin and Patrick and said her goodbyes. When she walked out of the locker room hand-in-hand with Will, she put Patrick Drake out of her mind.
When Sabrina left, Patrick turned toward Robin and said, "I really wish you hadn't asked her to watch Emma."
"Why?"
"It's just a bad idea."
"Well, no one else is free, so Sabrina is the best option we have if we want to go to the retreat."
Patrick muttered, "I guess," as he opened his locker and started to change into his scrubs for his shift.
Robin, whose locker was down the aisle from his did the same and then asked, "Are you alright? You barely said two words while Sabrina was here."
"Fine."
Robin broke the silence Patrick was grateful for by saying, "I can definitely see why Sabrina gave in to Will's pursuit. He's like Magic Milo on crack."
Patrick stepped into his scrubs angrily, "How do you even know about Milo?"
"Women talk. And, I did see the video of last year's ball. But, regardless, Sabrina seems happy and I'm glad for her. I still feel bad about upending her life like that after everything she did for Emma - and for you."
"Uh-huh," Patrick muttered as he pulled on his shirt.
Robin finished changing first and then came over to Patrick. "I'll see you later?"
He said, "Yeah," and she kissed him on the cheek. After the door closed behind her, Patrick punched the locker next to his. Then, he grabbed his lab coat, shoved his pager and cell in the pockets and slammed the locker door shut – hard.
As Patrick exited the locker room, he thought about how it was going to be a long shift if he couldn't get the sight of Sabrina and Foster kissing out of his head. Since he had a pretty good idea of what Foster's plans entailed for the evening, he doubted that the vision would be exiting any time soon.