The first time we met and I stripped in front of him, my first day of work when I realized he was my boss, and my drunken proclamation that I loved him. Yes, those were all moments of extreme apprehension. And yet, none of them compared to the way I feel right this moment before I knock on his apartment door. Matt has Gabe this weekend. It wasn’t his regularly scheduled visitation, but his ex-wife called him late last night and asked if he could take him. She apparently wanted to take an impromptu weekend trip with her new boy toy. Of course, Matt jumped all over it. If there is one thing I’ve come to know about Matt, he loves Gabe beyond all measure. His entire reason for living is that little boy. I was in no way disappointed when he told me last night—Friday night—that he had to go pick up Gabe and wouldn’t be able to see me. I had just been packing up my briefcase with some weekend work when he had come into my office to give me the bad news. Except… it wasn’t bad news.
