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Amy was at the point where she was growing ever more suspicious as days chugged on.
She audibly sighed as she ran her hand through her long red hair. How could this be happening? Of all people to suddenly feel distrustful, why him? How could it be him? Him?
In her heart, Amy knew Adam Copeland was a good man. She'd always known that, even when they had first met. Yet, things were growing increasingly strange between them. The phone calls, the secrecy behind them... It was beginning to drive her to her breaking point.
She was sitting at the kitchen table in her boyfriend's house, contemplating two things... One was what she should have for breakfast, and the other was whether or not she should call one of her friends about her suspicions. Surely, Trish would knock some sense into her, tell her she was crazy for suspecting Adam Copeland, of all people, of cheating on her! She felt she could really use the reassurance right about now.
"Good morning."
The redhead looked up sharply at her boyfriend's groggy voice to see him padding into the room. His blond hair was mussed from sleep, and he looked bleary-eyed.
"Morning," she replied as he leaned down from behind her chair to kiss her on the right temple.
"How long have you been up?" Adam questioned as he headed for the coffee maker.
"Oh, not too long... Twenty, thirty minutes."
"You should've stayed in bed," the Canadian replied as he gave her a lascivious wink and smile, "we could have found something fun to do."
Amy smiled in spite of the bad thoughts plaguing her. Well, one thing was certain - even if he was messing around on her, she knew he still couldn't get enough of her.
"I need coffee," he muttered, quickly changing the subject. "Do you want some, Ames?"
"Um... yeah, that'd be good. Don't trouble yourself," she said quickly, an idea shaping in her mind, "I'll make it. What would you like for breakfast?"
The tall blond man shrugged.
"Doesn't really matter to me as long as I get some coffee." He ran a hand over his face. "I need a shower and a shave."
Amy nodded as she rose to go to the coffee maker. She reached for the coffee that was in the cupboard just overhead and turned back to her boyfriend momentarily.
"How about pancakes?" she suggested.
"Sounds good."
"Great... Go and take your shower." She pushed at his chest, but the tall blond man eyed her and didn't seem about to budge just yet.
"Why don't you join me?" he asked in a suggestive manner.
"I already showered," Amy replied.
The smile vanished from Adam's face at that statement.
"Jeez, you're no fun today," he complained. "Must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed."
The redhead gently swatted at him.
"No, not really," she replied. "Now, go on." She practically shooed him from the kitchen.
"I hope this is not what I have to look forward to after we get married," he called from the doorway, and he walked away before Amy could respond.
The redhead was momentarily dumbstruck by the seemingly innocent wisecrack. Although they'd been together awhile now, they had never discussed marriage. While she did eventually want to get married, she wasn't so sure Adam did. And after two divorces, she wasn't that sure she blamed him. Still, the comment touched her deeply inside. She felt a pained sensation that ran from her chest down to her belly and realized it was yearning.
A moment passed, and the redhead took a deep breath, exhaling it. She had important business to attend to, and there was no time to waste. Adam wouldn't be in the shower forever. She grabbed the items she would need for pancakes and threw everything together in a hurry. Next, she put on coffee in the maker and then rushed to retrieve her cell phone in the master bedroom.
She could hear Adam singing in the shower in the nearby bathroom. Good... He wouldn't hear her as she dialed Trish.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me," she said. "I need to talk to someone."
"What's wrong?" Trish asked. "Amy, you sound funny."
"I don't know," the redhead said, "I'm not sure what to think anymore..." She lowered her voice a little, just in case Adam might be able to hear her after all. "... All the odd phone calls - they couldn't all be the wrong number, could they?"
"Oh, Amy, come on!" her friend admonished her on the other end. "Don't tell me you think Adam is cheating on you! You know he wouldn't do that."
"I know, I know it's crazy talk... but Trish, he cheated on his wife with me."
"Right, because it was you he loved all along," the Canadian diva reminded her.
"I know, but-" Amy abruptly stopped talking as Adam's cell phone started ringing on the nearby nightstand. She stared at the device for a beat before speaking again.
"Trish, hold on a sec." Curiosity and suspicion getting the better of her, the redhead edged over to the nightstand for the cell phone. Its display indeed read 'No number.' She knew it would go to voicement on the fourth ring, so just as it finished the third one, she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" a female voice came back to her.
Amy frowned, thinking the voice sounded slightly familiar.
"Who is this? she asked.
"Sorry," the woman on the other end said. "I must have dialed the wrong number."
The redhead heard a click, realizing the caller had hung up. She felt her heart pounding so hard, she wouldn't have been at all surprised if it somehow managed to escape her chest. The woman on her boyfriend's cell phone had not answered her question nor given a name as to whom she was trying to reach... but Amy knew. She knew that this had to be the same person who'd been calling Adam.
Hastily, she got back on her own cell phone.
"Sorry, Trish... I have to go."
"But Amy..."
"I'll call you later... Bye." She ended the call and made her brisk way back to the kitchen.