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As he drove on and on, Edge began to feel increasingly unhappy. The more he thought about the entire situation, and about what they intended to do, the more *wrong* it felt.
It was crazy... *Wasn't* it? He and Lita had always just been friends, despite his intense attraction toward her. And while that sounded like a contradiction in his head, it was the truth. Besides, she probably felt nothing of the sort in return. Hell, before the last few short months, they'd always loathed one another. He recalled spearing her in the past, and how often she'd taken himdown with a hurricanrana.
'Just a whole lot of sexual tension,' he told himself.
Somehow, the tall blond man refrained from shaking his head. What he needed at the moment was to stop the rental car and get out, get some air and stretch his legs. He was far too wound up to relax right now.
In his peripheral vision, he noticed Lita's head was down. His guess was that the redhead was feeling totally ashamed. She probably hated herself for having gotten into this situation. And with *him*, of all people. After all, how often did two people who'd never been anything more than friends get plastered drunk, get married in Vegas and have sex to top it all off?
Okay... Well, maybe a few.
This was insane... Edge couldn't shake the feeling of the annullment idea being wrong. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more sick to his stomach he felt. It shook him to his very core as he realized that he actually *wanted* to remain married to Lita.
His mind made up, the blond man pulled into the rest stop he spotted just up ahead.
"Why are we stopping so soon?" Trish asked, glancing out the window in the backseat. Apparently, she and Jeff had been so engaged in their conversation, she had no clue of how far they'd really traveled.
"I need a breather," the tall Canadian replied. He put the car in park, his gaze sweeping over Lita for a lingering moment, then he undid his seatbelt and exited the vehicle. He walked a few feet away, his thoughts doing battle inside of him.
What a huge mess this all was... Lita would think him stupid and insane if he told her how he *really* felt.
He raked a hand through his long blond hair, his gaze dropping to the ground ahead of him. He needed a drink. And, seeing as *he* was driving, he couldn't have a beer or any other alcoholic beverage. So he chose to get a Coke from the vending machine a few yards off to his left instead.
"Edge?"
Suddenly, he felt a small hand grip his arm as the feminine voice issued his name. Retrieving his can of soda from the vending machine, he glanced over at Trish, her brown eyes concerned.
"Are you okay?" she inquired.
"Yeah," he lied, and the little blonde diva frowned as though she could see right through him. "No... I'm not," he admitted, glancing quickly back over toward Lita and Jeff. They weren't really paying any attention to himself and Trish, as they were currently engaged in their own conversation.
"What do you mean?" Trish asked. "Don't be so upset... Jeff and I were only teasing you guys earlier. We didn't mean-"
"I'm in love with her, Trish," Edge blurted, interrupting her. "... And damn it, I don't want
to go through with the annullment..."