The two women looked up to see Adam and Jay standing in wait for them just past the curtain.  The shorter of the two rushed to his girlfriend's side as he noticed she was limping a bit.

"Trish...baby, are you all right?"  His voice was full of concern, as were his sky blue eyes.

"Just peachy," the petite blonde replied with a grimace.  "No, seriously," she said as she noted the look of worry on her boyfriend's countenance.  "I'll be okay after I put some ice on this thing."  She leaned on Jay, her arm going up around his shoulders as they continued to walk.

"You okay, Ames?" Adam was questioning the redhead.  His green eyes looked equally concerned for her as Jay's did for Trish.

"Yeah," she said with a grimace.  "I'll be all right...just a bruise.  But damn, that Jazz has sure bulked up a lot since we were in ECW together!"

"Yeah?  Maybe she's on something."

"I don't know...but she's definitely pumped up.  I had a match against her sometime back in '99 - a mixed tag actually, and I was bigger than her back then."  The redhead shook her head.

Adam grinned at her.  "You look like you could use a nice, long soak in a hot tub..."

"You know, you're right - I could use that."  She chuckled as they approached the locker room she and Trish were sharing.  "By the way, I really enjoyed your match earlier," Amy said, looking up into the tall blond's eyes.  "But that Spinarooni - What's up wit dat?!" she quipped, mimicking Shane Helms' Hurricane persona.

Jay let out a booming laugh as he held an arm around Trish's waist.  "You mean the 'Whitearooni!'"

"The who??"

"'Whitearooni,'" Adam said with a chuckle.  "That's what I named my version of Booker T's move."

The redhead stared at him, trying desperately to contain the laughter she felt coming, but failed miserably as she sputtered with the sheer hilarity of it all.

"You're too much!"

Trish laughed a little as well, despite the pain in her knee.  "You ought to ask Booker for some pointers..." she quipped.

"Hey, if I practice enough, I'll get it eventually!"

The whole group laughed.  "Well, we'll leave you ladies to get showered and dressed," the tall Canadian said.

"Yeah," Jay concurred.  "Unless...hey, babe...do you need any help?" he asked the blonde at his side.  "Because if you do, I'll be more than happy to lend you a hand in the shower, or-"

"Get a room, you two!"  His best friend's voice was booming.  "There are other people here with you, you know!"  Adam shifted his eyes toward Amy, then winked at her.  The redhead smiled with amusement.

*

Adam smiled to himself as he and Jay stood outside Amy and Trish's locker room, waiting for the two women.

He thought about his idea, and what he'd done earlier that evening.  It seemed to be perfect - even the event he'd chosen to begin this thing, WrestleMania, was just so fitting.  The only days that might have been better were Valentine's Day and Amy's birthday.

He'd thought this over in the week since he and Chris had spoken at that club.  He'd opted for the secret admirer thing over Jericho's idea of the love letter because it was more mysterious - and, in this regard, mysterious meant more fun.

"Hey, what are you smiling about?" Jay suddenly asked him.  And then, before the taller blond could answer, his best friend continued.  "Yeah, I know - you don't have to tell me.  You're happy because you got to win here in our hometown."  He gave a sardonic little laugh.  "Funny - so far, you've gone three and oh at WrestleMania in your career, while I, ironically enough, have lost at WrestleMania for the first time."  Jay shook his head.  "Funnier still how the two times I've won were when I was in a tag team with you."

"Yeah," was all Adam could think of to say.

"Is that all you have to say about it?  'Yeah?'" the other man asked.  "Ahh, what's the use?  At least I was on WrestleMania, right?"

The locker room door suddenly opened, and Trish bounded out, followed by Amy.

"Hi, baby...we're all ready," the petite blonde said with a smile as she gave her boyfriend a quick kiss on the lips.

"Hey, you're not limping anymore."

"Yeah," Trish said.  "I put a little ice on my knee, and it feels a lot better now.  Hopefully, it'll stay that way."

Meanwhile, Adam looked at Amy intently, noting the small smile playing at her lips.  In her left hand, she held a single red rose.

"Hey, where'd you get that from?"

The redhead glanced down at the flower, then back up at him.  "Oh, this?  It's from my secret admirer."  She grinned, and the tall blond man thought the single gesture just about lit up the entire hallway.

"You've got a secret admirer?" Adam questioned innocently, allowing no hints in his voice or facial expression.  He knew he was doing a great job of looking surprised.

"Yeah," she said as the four of them began to head for the parking lot.  "Now, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

"Me?  No...of course not, Ames."

Amy bit her lip in an attempt to force back the wince she felt coming.  Her heart seemed to sink a little.  Yet, she wondered why she was feeling this way when she'd known right from the get-go that Adam's wasn't behind all of this.

After a beat, Adam looked up at the forms of Trish and Jay, who had been several feet ahead of them during the entire exchange.

"So, did he leave a note or anything?" he asked.

"Yeah...and some Guliyan chocolates, too," the diva admitted.

"Guliyans, hmm?  Your favorites, right?" the blond man asked, smiling.

"Right...I...I wonder who it could be."

"You don't know?  I mean, you don't have any clue?"

"Well," Amy began, "I've had a few candidates in mind, but I'm really not sure..."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough," Adam told her with a grin she didn't see, as she was looking down at the long-stemmed rose in her hand.  "Something tells me your secret admirer is someone who's very close to you..."

The redhead turned to face him again, a feeling of wonder going through her as she wordlessly studied his handsome profile...