Bobby has all the answers

Bobby has all the answers
 “Is that all?” “Yes.”
“The funeral was weeks ago,” Ashlee pointed out. “Karen’s getting back on her feet. Are you ready to go back to New York?”
When Hanna started to respond, Ashlee held up her hand. “You don’t have to answer me now. Think about it. Something is keeping you here. Could be it’s nothing more than a delaying tactic, because you haven’t wanted to face what’s going on in New York. But that’s not like you. It could be that you’re feeling the same pull that Cassie felt, the same pull that Lauren mentions from time to time.”
“And you?” Hanna asked. “Are you feeling it, too, Ashlee?”
“Maybe,” she admitted. “Just a little. Being here is good for Caitlyn. I can’t deny that. And Denver is a rat race for me, no question about it.”
“Then you have been thinking about staying,” Hanna concluded.
“Not thinking about it, not consciously, anyway. But the possibility is just there. I can’t ignore it forever,” she said with a sigh, then shook her head. “But we’re talking about you now. I just want you to be sure you understand why you’ve stayed here, rather than go back to New York to kick butt and settle all of this weeks ago. That’s what I would have expected you to do.”
“Are you saying I’ve been acting like a coward?”
“I’m not making any judgments. You have to figure out what you really want before you make a final decision about how you want me to handle this.”
Hanna nodded. “You’re right. I’ll think about it and I’ll call you before you head back to Denver.”
“Take your time. I’m actually thinking about sticking around all week.”

“Oh, really? Does Ford Hamilton have anything to do with that?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Ashlee snapped impatiently. “It’s for Caitlyn. And
because this case of Sue Ellen’s I’m working on is getting closer to trial. I have witnesses to depose and a ton of last-minute details to handle right here.”
Hanna grinned. “Whatever you say.” “That’s the truth.”
“Maybe you should do some thinking over the weekend, too,” Hanna teased. “Maybe I’m not the only one whose feelings are ambivalent these days.”
Ashlee scowled at her. “Keep it up and I’ll charge you my regular fee.”
Hanna shuddered. “Then I really would go bankrupt.” She bent down and kissed Ashlee’s cheek. “Thanks, sweetie. I’ll call you.”
Ashlee waved, then called out just as Hanna was about to get in her car. “By the way, one piece of advice for right now—steer clear of Rafe. No matter what he says about being after Bobby, not you, you can’t trust him. From now on he needs to go through me.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work,” Hanna told her, thinking of the way her relationship with Rafe was progressing and just how badly she wanted it to wind up in bed.
“Why not?”
“Because we’re just a little bit beyond needing an intermediary.” Ashlee’s eyes widened. “Please tell me you’re not sleeping with him.”
“I’m not sleeping with him,” Hanna told her solemnly. “More’s the pity. But I’m definitely hoping that will change.”
“Are you nuts?” Ashlee demanded.
“Nope. For the first time in a long time, I’m finally going after something I want. I’m paying some attention to my personal life.”
“Do you want Rafe more than you want Café Tuscany? Because that’s what this could come down to,” Ashlee warned.
Her vehemence took Hanna by surprise, but it didn’t scare her the way Ashlee had obviously intended it to. That was just one more thing she was going to have to think about over the weekend.

Rafe was hunkered down in his room going through a pile of papers that Lydia had faxed to him just that morning. It seemed he was destined to run his law practice from a Winding River hotel for the foreseeable future. He was so caught up in his work that the pounding on his door startled him. Finding Ashlee Rogers on his doorstep startled him even more.
“This is a surprise,” he said.

“Yes, I imagine it is,” she said, her expression as fierce as her tone. “I imagine you thought you could try all sorts of sneaky tactics to get what you wanted from Hanna and no one would call you on it, but I’m here to tell you otherwise.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why don’t you come in and explain it.”
She stepped into the room, took note of the piles of paperwork. “Working on the Café Tuscany case, are you?”
Rafe sighed. “Hanna told you.”
“She told me everything. I’m now representing her.” “Good.”
She blinked at that. “Good?” she said, sounding ever-so-slightly more hesitant.
“She needs a strong advocate. Obviously, I can’t be that for her.”
“I’m glad you understand a little bit about ethics. I was beginning to think you were totally clueless.”
He regarded Ashlee curiously. “What exactly has Hanna been telling you?” “I’m not at liberty to discuss that.”
“And I’m not asking for details about Café Tuscany’s financial mess. I’m asking you what she’s told you about the two of us.”
Ashlee seemed to be weighing the ethics of saying anything about that, as well. “Enough that I suspect you’re crossing the line,” she said finally.
“Did she say anything about objecting?”
“That’s beside the point. It’s wrong. You have to know that. Go back to New York, Rafe. You’ll be contacted by an attorney there. Hanna will come in and answer all your questions, and we’ll get this mess straightened out.”
“I’m not convinced Hanna has any answers to my questions,” he said. “Then what are you still doing here?” she demanded.
“Bobby Rinaldi has all the answers. He’s been in touch with Hanna once. I imagine he will be again. Why don’t you convince her to let us tap her phone or, at the very least, hook up a caller ID?”
“I’ll discuss it with her.”
“I’ve already mentioned it. She refused.”
Ashlee’s expression turned thoughtful. “I imagine she doesn’t want her parents involved.”