As she cleared the last of the discarded cups and plates, Bobbie allowed herself to relax for the first time all evening. Lucas and Dillon had been surprised. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. No fist fights had broken out. Everything had gone according to plan, a rare occurrence for most Spencer parties that occurred near Luke.

Even potential disasters had been adverted. Bobbie paused as she dumped a half finished cup directly on the spot she knew Luke was angling to build a motorcycle garage. Well, she modified her thought, one potential disaster had been adverted. Mainly Cruz trying to keep her from over-exerting herself.

His concern was sweet, but unfounded. She had been feeling better the past few days. The

nausea had passed and she could even manage to keep down an entire breakfast. Even the dizziness was gone. Bobbie was half tempted to cancel the appointment she had made with her doctor, but Cruz had argued with her about it all last night. It was easier to give into him on this point than continue the fight. She would go to the doctor and she would confirm what she already convinced herself it was. She had the flu. There was no way she was pregnant.

Ever since the idea had first filter through her mind, Bobbie had consistently pushed it right out. It wasn't possible. She was a grandmother for the love of Pete. She had just thrown her youngest child a five-year anniversary party. Every time she and Cruz had been together they had used protection. It was impossible. One hundred percent impossible.

Moving steadily towards the side of the house where Laura kept the trash cans, she paused as she caught sight of a figure leaning against the wall in concentrated thought. Bobbie had thought all the guests had gone home and in the dimming light, she found it difficult to see just who was standing there so quietly. He straightened his posture and moved just a fraction to the left, just far enough for her to catch sight of the carefully styled brown hair. There was no mistaking that hair.

"Patrick!" She called over cheerfully. "I thought you left. What are you doing here?"

Patrick glanced up at Bobbie and smiled, feeling pressure in the movement but not wanting her to see through him. "I thought I'd help you clean up." He lied, taking the trash bags from her and setting them in their cans, reminding himself to take them to the street before he left.

"And lurking in the shadows accomplishes this how exactly?" she teased him, pushing him forward on his shoulder.

"I didn't want to disturb you." He insisted, wiping his feet and following her into the house. He was trying to wind down and he needed to tell someone about what he'd seen, make sense of it all.

"And somewhere I hear your cousins laughing hysterically at that notion." Bobbie made herself comfortable of the sofa and patted the cushion next to her. "Come here and sit down. Take a break from your hard work," she teased.

"I never realized how creepy this neighborhood was at night. I don't think I like you being all alone." Patrick mused, twisting the blinds shut.

Bobbie bit back her laughter. If her nephew only knew how rarely she was alone at night. "I manage just fine on my own."

"Lucas is keeping up the repairs though, right? I mean, he's helping out?" Patrick wanted to know.

Bobbie cocked her eyebrow upwards. "I am not completely clueless with a tool box you know."

"Oh, I know. I just worry about you sometimes. Ever since Uncle Tony...I want to make sure

you're alright. I feel like so much has happened and I've been off in my own little world." Patrick explained solemnly.

Bobbie reached out and loving patted his cheek. "You're very sweet. But I don't think that is the real reason you are here."

Patrick grinned. He'd never been able to lie to her. "Actually, it's not the only reason I'm here." He did worry about her and he didn't like her being alone, but that wasn't what had brought him over tonight. He needed to know if maybe he was overreacting to what he had seen. If she'd just tell him, he'd believe her.

"I have this friend and he's seeing this girl. I don't know how serious they are but I know he's not seeing anyone else. Except I caught her with another guy and I know he's seeing someone. I know she cares about both guys. Only thing is, the first guy doesn't know what's going on. Should I tell this friend what I know or wait for her to tell him?"

Bobbie shook her head in confusion. Patrick's speech sounded exactly Dillon's when he tried to explain the plot of a movie no one but him had ever seen. "Do you know for sure that she's seeing both guys?"

"I don't know if she's the kind of girl who would do that, but I guess I just don't know her as well as I could." Patrick mumbled.

There was something more to this. Patrick had never had moral dilemmas where girls were concerned before. She pretended to be ignorant but she did have some idea of his code. Girls were for flings not relationships. In cases of choosing between a girl and your friends, you chose your friends. Robin had been the first woman she had ever seen him break his own code for. An idea began to form in the back of Bobbie's mind. Treading into the subject lightly, she asked. "How long have you known everyone involved? Are you close with both of your friends?"

"Very close." Patrick answered, not wanting to give anything specific away.

"And what you think is going on, would it be considered a betrayal by your friend?"

"She's seeing both of them at the same time. At least I think she is."

"So you aren't sure?"

"No." Patrick shook his head.

"So what you're really asking me is if you should cause your friend pain over something you aren't sure of?"

"I'm asking where I draw the line. I don't want to see anyone get hurt. But I can't exactly sit on my hands and pretend I don't know something's wrong." Patrick replied still as impatient at twenty-six as he had been at the age of six.

"You said yourself you don't know for sure what is going on. How do you know something is wrong?" Bobbie pointed out to him.

"She's hiding something. I can feel it. I just don't know if I want to bust lives apart to find out." Patrick clarified with a slow shake of his head.

"Can't you just ask her?"

"No. She'd get all defensive and then I'd never get any information out of her." Patrick insisted.

"What is your biggest fear about this whole thing sweetie?"

"That I'll be wrong and lose both friends. That I'll be right and break my friends' hearts." Patrick answered quietly.

"Did you see all this today? How did she act around both of them?" Bobbie wondered.

"I guess I've known for a while now, but it wasn't until tonight that I was able to put it all together. I didn't even realize it was her he was with the first time." Patrick told her.

Clearly she wasn't going to get any clear information out of him tonight. Bobbie had her doubts about Patrick's claim of this being about a friend. She had noticed the cold war Robin and Patrick were engaged in. Or the fact it occurred after Patrick had disappeared for a few days without telling anyone in the family where he was going. Could he have run into Logan and was now feeling guilty about dating his little brother's ex-wife? Whatever it was that was really going on, Bobbie knew Robin was involved.

"Without exact details, I can't be positive on what the right thing to do is, Patrick, but if I were you? I'd say talk to your friend and tell him the truth. If you're wrong, yes you'll fight but you'll more than likely make up. If you're right? Then you all can get everything out in the open and work from there."

Patrick smiled and took Bobbie's hands in his. "How do you always know the exact right thing to say?"

"Because I'm brilliant."

"Thank you for listening to me. I know what I have to do now." Patrick announced, releasing her hands and getting to his feet.

"Anything to get out of doing the dishes right Patrick?"

He pulled a face. "How many are we talking about here?"

Bobbie laughed at the hurt expression on his face. "I used your trick you goof. It was all disposable."

He laughed, "That's how we roll."