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Edge and Lita sat in his black sports car later on, in relative silence.
So, it was all out in the open. The redhead knew he'd been the one to attack Christian. He didn't know what to make of it all. And he sat there silently, not offering any information. If she wanted to know more, *she* would have to ask. But he knew he wouldn't lie to her.
As he glanced out the windshield ahead, he could feel the redhead's gaze on him. In fact, he could see her watching him in his peripheral vision.
Finbally, he sighed and couldn't take the suspense anymore.
"Are you a cop? Working undercover or something?"
The question threw Lita off somewhat.
"No," she answered. "I'm not a cop, Edge... Just a very, very curious waitress."
"Okay," the blond man said, shaking his head. His gaze drifted again to the windshield, and he fiddled with the keys in the ignition for a beat as he went on.
"So, how do you know everything you know?"
"I got curious after you grabbed me in the alley," Lita admitted. "So, I did a little research and found out what hospital Christian was in."
"Uh hmm..." Edge turned to gaze at her, his green eyes strangely glittering despite the darkness surrounding them.
"So... When I *saw* Christian, you can just imagine my surprise when Dawn Marie came into the room."
The tall blond man remained silent but looked thoughtful. He recalled that night, and how he'd seen Dawn again for the first time in months. He'd spotted her in the dining area of the diner, and she'd gone absolutely white as a sheet when their eyes had met. He'd merely given her a winning grin and she'd bolted for the kitchen.
He hadn't really seen the bitch again after that. But he'd known she was still *there*, as he'd staked out the restaurant for a few hours after he'd left.
Of course, he'd made the mistake of thinking Lita was the brunette - and so, he'd grabbed her.
"What... happened between the two of you? The *three* of you?"
Edge glanced over at the woman in the passenger's seat, his mind whirling as the memories flitted through his head. How could he explain all this mess to anyone, especially to Lita, whom he truly liked and felt a strange connection to? He ran both hands through his mass of golden hair, then fixed his gaze on her again.
"You really want to know the truth?"
She nodded.
"Dawn Marie *is* my ex-girlfriend," he began, "as you figured out. But she's also turned into a schemer - and a *lot* more since she hooked up with Christian..."
The redhead arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at his words. As far as she'd known, in the couple of years she'd known Dawn Marie, she'd always thought of the brunette as a good person.
"Who is Christian to you? Is he someone you knew before?"
Edge nodded.
"I've known him pretty much my entire life - *our* entire lives..."
Lita's eyes widened in anticipation of his next words.
You see, Christian is my brother... Well, that is, he's my step-brother..."