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Adam glared at the redhead, his jaw set angrily. He couldn't believe she would actually go ahead and do something like that. It burned him up inside something fierce.
Making up his mind, he marched straight for her. Her eyes were on him nearly the entire time, until she glanced around as though seeking a place to hide. But he was having none of that as he caught up to her.
"Can I have a word, Amy?"
The woman tried to feign innocence but failed miserably. She'd never been one who could successfully hide her true emotions.
"Um... I guess so," she said, wishing she hadn't.
"In private," the blond man stated. He pointed further down the hall in the direction of a supply closet he'd noticed earlier that night. He steered her directly toward that.
The moment the door shut behind them, Adam gave her a look. Of course, the room was pretty close to being pitch dark. The dingy little lightbulb hanging above them was probably a twenty-five watt.
"What's the big idea, Amy?" he barked, launching right in. He gestured with a shrug.
The redhead stared up at him.
"Excuse me? I'm not sure I'm following you."
That elicited a sarcastic little laugh from the tall blond man.
"Right, like hell you're not!" He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. The look made Amy feel quite uncomfortable, and she couldn't recall feeling that way around him, at least never to such an extent.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Bringing loverboy here, flauting him around - what the hell is that?" he snapped.
So, that was it... He was jealous. She might have known. She sneered up at him and shouted back.
"I didn't 'flaunt' him to anyone! Why should you even care anyway, Adam? In case you've forgotten, you and I aren't together anymore! And how is this any different than you talking to your little girlfriend on the phone right in front of me?"
The blond man stared at her, his mouth opening to issue a reply, but words weren't immediately forthcoming. He nearly did a double-take, surprised by her last question.
"That's not the same thing," he pointed out, his tone considerably softer. "It's in no way the same, not when that was a phone call and this is in the flesh... In my face!"
Amy stared up into his obviously upset face, her arms crossing defensively over her chest. She pursed her lips a little and wondered why she was getting so angry with him. This all seemed pretty ridiculous.
"Look Adam... I didn't expect Shane McMahon to take me up on the idea of having The Luchagors playing live at the Supershow." She bit her lip, hating that she'd just revealed to him that it had been her own idea.
"And yet, he did. And it was your idea!" the Canadian bitterly muttered. He cocked his head, speaking again before she had the chance to.
"I'm curious... Why did it bother you when Rebecca called?"
This time, the redhead felt herself becoming very flustered. She started to answer him, but her words just seemed to get stuck.
"I just... well, I-I was..." She rolled her eyes, her left hand snaking up into her long hair. What the hell was wrong with her? She never got tongue-tied around Adam, never! "... Well, it threw me off! It was... awkward."
His demeanor grew considerably more gentle as he stared at her. Leaning against the door casually, he regarded her with his head slightly tilted.
"Why is that?"
Amy's fingers were still in her hair as she looked up again, her gaze meeting his. Her heart was pounding like a kettle drum by now. She shook her head.
"I don't know," she murmured. That was a lie. "Yeah, I do know... It's because you're my ex-boyfriend."
"Uh huh," he agreed. "So, you can understand how it feels for me to have to see your current boyfriend here with you." His words were said in statement, fact, rather than as a question.
The redhead swallowed hard and lowered her gaze to the floor. She knew he had every right to feel the way he did. That was exactly the reason she'd been feeling so guilty the entire day. And yes, she had felt the same when Adam's girlfriend had called him when they'd been out to dinner not too long ago. Raising her head, she managed to squarely meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I knew all along this would be weird for you. I'm truly sorry I didn't at least warn you in advance."
He simply stared at her, but he had softened.
"If the shoe were on the other foot," the redhead went on, "I know I'd feel the same way you do."
This time, the tall blond man nodded.
"But can I ask you something?" Amy said. She was eyeing him almost expectantly, her body language now more relaxed.
"Of course."
She blinked as she kept the steady eye contact with him. She was burning with wonder at what he would say when she posed what was on her mind.
"Why did you break up with your girlfriend?"
Adam tried not to squirm at the question. He should have known she would ask, as he wasn't surprised the news of the breakup had reached her.
"Things just didn't work out," he said.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"It was just one of those things," he said. "I just didn't feel as strongly about her as she did about me, I guess. And when there's no passion for me, it's just not worth it." He kept his green orbs fixed on her, which strangely caused the redhead to feel slightly uneasy yet again. But she said nothing for moments.
"Come on," she said as she finally snapped out of it, "let's get out of this stupid closet."