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She kept her eyes and ears wide open as she stepped into the hotel. She'd managed to do exactly as she'd been instructed and tail them.
Torrie wondered, not for the first time, why exactly she was doing this. Adam and Amy were obviously in love, and she couldn't see any indication at all that the blond man was untrue and only using the fiery redhead. But, all that aside, why was it that the platinum blonde could just never say no to Matt Hardy?
She knew the answer to that mental question and knew it all too well. The simple fact of the matter was that, ever since she'd joined the WWF, she'd had a crush on him. It was something Torrie had never been able to pinpoint, but there was just something about the dark-haired North Carolina native.
The blonde kept a good distance behind the couple, taking care to be discreet for the time being so they wouldn't see her. She knew there was nothing foul about their relationship, and yet, here she was, spying and doing even more than that. If Matt only knew how hard this was for her, and why she'd agreed on it in the first place. Everything they had planned went against her principles, but... damn him.
Amy had had the bandages and stitches removed from her hands a few days earlier. She hadn't yet returned to the ring, but evidently, she was healed - at least physically. Torrie winced as she recalled what Matt had told her about how the redhead had tried to kill herself. Try as she might, Torrie could never see things being so bad where she'd even consider suicide as an option - no matter what. She enjoyed living far too much.
From a distance off to her far right, the platinum blonde spotted Matt. Even from here, she could see the expectant expression on his face, as though he were urging her.
Torrie sucked in a breath and squared her shoulders. Finally, she stepped forward to do exactly as Matt had instructed her.
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"I think it would be fun if my first match back was a mixed tag with you as my partner," Amy was saying. She glanced down at their clasped hands, noting that there was not even the slightest hint of pain.
Adam chuckled, his emerald eyes glinting with mischief.
"Well, how about this... Let's go up to our room and do a little tag teaming of our *own*."
The redhead laughed heartily, loving the sound of that when they were suddenly approached.
Torrie Wilson's face donned a bright smile as she raised a hand to her hair, twirling a lock of it. She looked only at Adam, and Amy frowned at that. The tall blonde woman had always been nice enough toward her, but what was up with *this*? She seemed to be flirtatious, and right in *front* of her! "Hi, Adam... What are you up to?"
The redhead wanted to shout, 'What's it to *you*?!' and felt her blood boiling. Who the hell did Torrie think she was?
"*We're* up to getting to our room," the Canadian replied, turning back to his girlfriend and overtly ignoring the other woman. "Come on, Ames." They hurried on along their way, and the redhead glanced back over her shoulder to openly glare suspiciously at Torrie.
The blonde woman's heart sunk. She hated this. And then, she caught sight of Matt Hardy once
again, the nodding of his head and pleased look on his face not lost on her.