contract.
Lee Boyer . My Legal Aid lawyer.
But I hadnât heard from Lee since the day weâd faced each other outside Philipâs hospital room. Not since heâd blurted, âI love you, Gabby. Donât you know that?â Not since Iâd had to leave him standing there and go back into that room to sit with the man whoâd rejected me and kicked me out. I knew I couldnât turn my back on Philip. Not right then. Not when the father of my sons was broken and hurting and needed me most.
But maybe Lee didnât mean it when heâd said I had to choose: âNow or never .â Maybe he regretted speaking so recklessly. Maybe he was waiting . . . hoping to hear from me.
We could still be friends. Couldnât we?
When I got back to my office, I shut the door, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.
Disappointed that I didnât get a response from Lee to my invitationâ his voice mail had picked up and Iâd had to leave a messageâI almost forgot that Iâd asked Philip to call me with the results of his CAT scan. But when I hadnât heard by Friday afternoon, I finally called the penthouse. âOh yeah, sorry I didnât call,â he said. âThe doctor thinks I might have a small tear in my spleen thatâs gotten infected, so I had to go back for another blood test. He wants to try treating it with antibiotics, see if it heals on its own. But Iâm doing okay. Boys coming?â
I drove both boys to Philipâs apartment that evening, along with a deep-dish pizza we picked up from Giordanoâs and a rented copy of the last Star Wars movie. Josh Baxter had offered to pick up P.J. in the morning and get him over to Lane Tech in time to catch the team bus. When I told Philip, he said, âThat the same kid who loaned me his bathrobe?â
âNot exactly a kid. Heâs married and has a little girl.â
âYeah, I know who he is.â Philip scratched his chin with his good hand. âGuess I owe him a thing or two.â
I was sure Josh wasnât thinking Philip owed him anything, but I didnât say as much. I was eager to get back to the six-flat and put my head together with Florida, Tanya, and Edesa about our house blessing the next day. But when I let myself into my apartment, the light was blinking on the answering machine. With a strange flutter of excitement, I pressed the button.
âGabby, Iâm glad to hear from youââLee!ââand Iâd be honored to attend the open house Saturday night. See you at seven thirty.â
I sank down onto the floor, right there beside the telephone table. Lee was coming. Oh help! I wanted so much to see himâ but what kind of message was I giving him by inviting him? This was a man whoâd said he loved me, but couldnât understand why I didnât drop everything and go away with him in the middle of a family crisis. And it was obvious he didnât share my journey back to faithâweâd talked about it that night in the hospital.
Still, I didnât realize how much I would miss his comforting presence in my life.
Heâd called it an âopen house.â Maybe he had no idea what a house blessing was. No big deal . . . but I wondered what other people would think when he showed up. Iâd told Jodi Baxter about our confrontation in the hospital and cried on her shoulder about how confusing it all was. Sheâd encouraged me that Iâd done the right thing and prayed that God would give me wisdom to sort through my natural feelings and be able to make wise decisions. Estelle had probably figured out what happened, even if I hadnât told her the detailsâshe always seemed to be able to read me like a book. I could count on getting a few looks from her tomorrow night, if not outright questions.
Well, he was coming. And I was glad. It didnât have to mean anything, did it? It wouldâve been a slight to leave
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