Amy bit her lip as she sat back in the women's locker room.

She was glued in front of the TV monitor, nearly holding her breath in anticipation as Kurt Angle stood in the ring.  The Olympian held a microphone up to his lips and was berating Stone Cold Steve Austin and the fans in the crowd.

As Angle continuously insisted that Austin come out to give him an apology for stunning him the previous week, very familiar music began to play - and Amy's face broadened in a soft smile as Edge began to walk down the ramp to the ring instead of the Rattlesnake.

The redhead's heart swelled with love for the tall, handsome blond Canadian man.  They'd just returned after nearly a week off, and their first official vacation together had been splendid.

They'd gone to Fort Lauderdale, her birthplace and hometown, and she'd brought Adam to meet her parents.

She smiled as she recalled her mother's reaction to him.  Naturally, as her mom watched the WWF, she knew who he was, but she was surprised to learn that Amy had been in a relationship with him, and for so long at that.  At one point, when Adam had been out of earshot, she had nudged her daughter and said, with a grin, "Ooh, Amy...he's gorgeous!  And such a sweetheart!"

Now, she watched as Edge slid into the ring to face Angle, a mic in his own hand, and after letting Kurt know that he was nothing more than "a red, white and blue - but most importantly, yellow, coward," the blond man challenged him for the U.S. title - right then and there.

The match was quickly underway after Angle arrogantly claimed to have taught Edge "all he knows," beginning fast and furiously as the Canadian delivered a dropkick.

The tide shifted a few minutes later when Kurt caught Adam with a belly-to-belly suplex, tossing him over the top rope.  Amy winced as she saw her boyfriend's landing - the way he landed, she feared he might have very well injured a knee or ankle.

The advantage went back to Edge when the self-proclaimed Olympic Hero missed a moonsault.  The Canadian battered him with a clothesline and some punches and knife-edged chops in the corner until Kurt finally got him with the Olympic Slam.  But instead of going for the cover, Angle slapped on the Ankle Lock - only to quickly release the hold on Edge when Kane's music started blasting throughout the arena.

"Oh, yes...come on, baby!" the redhead spoke in a loud whisper as she saw her boyfriend crouched in the opposite side of the ring from the distracted Olympian.  Then, Angle turned around - right into a spear.  One, two, three, and it was over.

Amy felt a burst of joy as Edge was declared the winner and brand new U.S. champion.  What a way to start their return after the beautiful vacation they'd had together.  Oh, they would be celebrating this, no doubt.

Soon after, the diva looked up at the knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and Jeff stuck his blue head in.  "You ready, Ames?"

The Hardys would be facing Booker T and Test for a shot at the Tag Team titles in the next few minutes.

"Yeah...I was just watching..."  Her voice trailed off, her hazel eyes sparkling as she glanced back at the TV monitor.

"Ahh..."  The younger Hardy nodded knowingly, giving her a small smile.  "That was a really great win."

Amy stood up and strode over to the door to leave with him.  She glanced around the immediate area, glad to note that Matt wasn't around.  She asked Jeff where he was.

"Over by the curtain," the colorful-haired man replied.  "Come on."

As they made their way over there, Jeff asked, "So, how was your time off?"

The redhead beamed.  "Oh, it was great," she said.  "We went to Florida.  Adam met my parents."

"Your parents, huh?  Sounds serious."

She smiled some more.  "I really love him.  And I honestly can't imagine my life without him."

"Wow..." Jeff said with wonder.  "Who would've thought?  I mean, you guys used to hate each other - I thought you were like natural enemies."

The diva chuckled softly.  "Oh, we had an awesome time.  After my parents' place, we went to this little bed and breakfast place right on the beach..."

"Okay, okay...I don't want specific details, Ames, - because I know what you guys did to spend your vacation together - hell, you two probably never left your room once - but I'm glad you had such a great time."

"Fair enough," she replied with a grin.  Her guard suddenly went up as they neared Matt.  She narrowed her eyes as she saw that the dark-haired man was talking with Adam, who had evidently just returned from the ring, the U.S. championship belt draped over his right shoulder.  She exchanged quick glances with Jeff, who merely raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"Again, man, great win!" Matt was saying.  "Cool that you got to win this title so soon after losing the Intercontinental belt."

"Yeah," Adam said with a grin.  "It feels really good to be able to do that."

"Hey, congratulations, man," Jeff piped.  He held out his right hand for the tall blond man to shake.

The Canadian put his hand in the younger Hardy brother's, shaking it.  "Thanks."  He glanced at the redhead at the man's side, doing his best to make it look cursory.  Amy, on the other hand, deliberately kept her head turned away from him as though to avoid looking at him.  Well, they had to do this sort of thing to keep throwing Matt off their trail.

He smirked as a thought suddenly popped into his head.  Why not have fun with this if they had to act this way in front of the elder Hardy Boy?

"Hey, skank!"

The redhead turned her head slowly in his direction, her hazel eyes examining him almost questioningly.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you..."

Amy's eyes widened just a bit as she stared at him.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me?  Or are you so self-absorbed you can't even do that?"

"Why should I congratulate you?  It's not like you even beat Angle on your own - Kane's music helped you," she countered with a smirk of her own.

The tall blond laughed at that, and not having any response in mind, he let it slide.  Then, turning to the Hardys, he said, "Okay, guys...have a good match.  See you later."  With that, he proceeded to walk down the hall to his locker room.  He laughed again as he was several feet away, his laughter trailing after him.

Matt cocked his head as he regarded Amy suspiciously.

The redhead swallowed hard as she met the dark-haired man's eyes.  He knew... She just knew that he knew...