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Adam awoke feeling extra groggy, a groan escaping him at the realization of the time. Why did he have to wake up before he was ready to?
He lay back down on the bed, fully aware that Amy was still asleep, and deeply, by the looks of it. As he closed his eyes again, he knew it was futile and that he'd never get back into his peaceful slumber.
After another moment or so, he rose, leaving the comfort of his bed. He reached over to the nightstand for his cell phone and gazed down at Amy again. She looked so sweet and beautiful as she slept. He allowed his free hand to caress her cheek for a beat before leaving the room. He needed some coffee, and fast.
It was one of their days off. The redhead had agreed to come home with him this week, so they had some nice plans for those four days. The Canadian loved the idea of being domestic with Amy because, frankly, she was the one. He'd known that very early into their relationship, and perhaps for even longer than that. He liked to think the feeling was very mutual - and his gut told him it was... After all, when the redhead had first met Lisa, she'd been very guarded and suspicious, protective of him.
On that thought, he wondered how it had been that he hadn't a clue that the diva had feelings for him. At the time, he'd chalked it up to their friendship, and to Amy sizing up the new woman in his life. But Adam had found out the true meaning behind her behavior a mere few months later.
The blond man stepped into his kitchen, his two dogs at his heels. Yawning, he fed them and then tended to his coffee. He pulled out a fresh filter from a cupboard and poured some grounds into his coffee maker. It was beginning to percolate moments later when his cell phone rang.
"Oh, great," he muttered. He hoped this wouldn't be yet another crank call from that "No number" person. However, a glance at the display actually shocked him. He recognized the number. Not only did he recognize it, it was one from which he'd never expected to get a call again.
Hastily, he flipped open the phone and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Adam."
He was surprised the caller had even used a greeting, but that was nothing compared to the shock of them even calling him at all.
"Surprised to hear my voice? Well, I got something to say to you."
The blond man sensed malignant undertones in the other man's voice.
"What do you want, Matt?"
Hardy snickered on the other end. Then, "What do I want? I want you to know what it's like to feel like the end of the world... I want you to suffer the way I did when you took my girl right from under my nose!"
Adam rolled his eyes and held back a sigh. However, he didn't bother stifling the yawn he felt coming.
"It's a bit early for this... How about we continue with the insults at a more reasonable hour?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"Mark my words, Adam," Matt spat, ignoring what he'd just said. "You're gonna know what it feels like to have everything come shattering around you. Bet on it."
"Yeah, whatever, Matt." Without another word uttered, the blond man removed the device from his ear and hung up. He laid the phone down on the table and went to get his cup of coffee. It was just too bad that Matt had nothing better to do than call him very early in the morning to make idle threats.
He sat there moments later, drinking his hot beverage and eating a piece of toast with butter on it. He ignored Branny, who had somehow picked up the bad habit of begging for table scraps. Every so often, he would glance at his cell phone, fully expecting it to ring again. It didn't.
He'd been in the kitchen maybe a half-hour when he heard shuffling in the hallway. He smiled brightly as Amy, her hair mussed from sleep, walked into the room.
"Hey, there you are... When did you get up?" she asked. She helped herself to some coffee.
"Forty minutes ago, give or take... I woke up all of a sudden and couldn't fall back asleep."
"Aww... You should've woken me," the redhead said as she gave him a sly grin. "I would've done something that would've had you back asleep in no time."
"Oh, yeah?" He grinned back at her in a suggestive manner.
"You bet your ass."
They eyed each other with fondness and amusement for a moment. Then, Amy suddenly changed the subject.
"Who was that on the phone?" she questioned.
"Oh, that... No one," he muttered, unable to keep the annoyance off his face.
When the redhead merely gave him a look, he sighed.
"If you must know, it was Matt. He was being his usual oh-so-mature self," he sarcastically revealed. He
didn't divulge any more than that. Why should Amy be burdened by such stupidity?