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"So, how are things going?"
Jay looked up, surprised at the voice issuing the question to him. Amy's bright hazel eyes gazed down at him, a pretty smile gracing her lips.
He stood up from the table in the catering room at which he sat, gesturing for her to sit across from him.
"Amy..." He licked his lips in surprise as he gazed at her. What a nice sight she was for his sore eyes. But as she took a seat, he wondered what had happened the previous night. More aptly, he wondered if *it* had happened. Lord knew, the redhead and Adam had been more than chummy the previous night.
"Things are good," Jay lied, swallowing hard as he sat back down at the table. The fact that the diva was glowing was not lost on him. Shit... That could only mean bad news for him.
"I'm glad," Amy said, running a hand through her long red hair. "Want to hang out later, do something?"
The short-haired man arched an eyebrow in surprise.
"Adam won't mind?"
The woman shrugged.
"Why would he mind? Jay, we're all friends here. Maybe we can *all* do something," she suggested.
Jay's guard went up the instant the words left her lips. At the same time, he knew the feeling was crazy - Adam Copeland was his best friend. They'd been best friends - practically brothers - for two decades now. But he didn't want to hang out with Amy *and* Adam together - at least not at the very moment. No - he would much prefer to just spend time with the redhead. Besides, he *did* want to find out about her night, even if it wasn't really his business, and despite the fact that it might hurt like hell.
Instead of denying her suggestion, the blond man nodded.
"Sounds good... So," he tossed out, trying his best to sound as casual as possible, "how did things go last night?"
"Oh, Jay..." Amy's face brightened with a huge, beaming smile, her gaze going up to the ceiling, and the Canadian was already sorry he'd opened his big mouth. "Adam and I had a wonderful time," she revealed. "He is *so* charming... I don't know how I never knew that before."
'Yeah, neither do I,' Jay thought. "Charming" was definitely the right word to describe his best friend. Adam sure knew how to charm people - especially the ladies. He only hoped the taller Canadian hadn't managed to charm Amy out of her clothes. Such thoughts were enough to make him queasy, and all of a sudden, he wished he were not in the catering room of all places.
"So..." It was on the tip of Jay's tongue to say, 'Did anything happen?' but somehow, he managed to stop himself.
"Well, look who's here..."
The short-haired man's guard rose as he heard the familiar yet unwelcome sound of his best friend's voice.
"Hi, Adam..."
"Hey, Jay." The tall Canadian didn't even bother a glance toward his friend, his gaze instead focused solely on the beautiful redhead.
"Hey, Adam..." Amy's lovely face blushed a slight tinge of red as she gazed up at the tall man.
He smiled brightly at her as he took a seat near her, and Jay felt as though he really might throw up.
"How are you tonight?" Adam asked, his hand going to the diva's soft cheek. Gently, he moved a lock of auburn away from her face.
Taking note of the beaming joy on the woman's face, Jay felt as though he couldn't take anymore. He stood up, pushing back his chair.
"I've gotta head back," he said, swallowing hard.
His best friend nodded, but that was all the reaction he showed. The diva, on the other hand, glanced at him from over her shoulder.
"I'll see you later, Jay?"
"Sure thing..." After that, the blond man left, thoroughly disgusted. He wasn't sure if the feeling was directed more toward Adam or toward himself.