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"I hope this case doesn't drag on too long..."
The words came out of Amy in a sigh as she looked up wearily at Adam. They were on their way to Stephanie's hotel room, and it was early in the morning. They were all expected at the courthouse by nine, and the redhead couldn't help dreading it. Why couldn't that damn Chris Irvine just be thrown in jail, where he belonged?
"I know, honey," the blond man said, giving his wife's hand a gentle but reassuring squeeze. "But don't worry - the judge will see what a miserable bastard Irvine is - and Vince, too... the prick..."
A small shudder went through Amy. She could only imagine how Stephanie must be feeling right now, as the brunette would be testifying against her own father today. Lord knew, it couldn't be a picnic for her, either.
In silence, they reached the youngest McMahon's hotel room, the tall blond man rapping on the door five times with his knuckles. To both their vast shock, Stephanie was not the person who answered the door. Instead, it was Jay who did.
"Hey... What are *you* doing here?"
"I spent the night here," the shorter man admitted. "Steph was pretty upset last night, and... Well, here I am." Despite the seriousness of the trial, and over Stephanie's state of mind, he couldn't help but smile. The memory of their kisses, the brunette's sensuous, nude body pressed to his, caused a pleasant shiver to run through him. It had been everything he'd imagined and more. It was just too bad they'd gotten together under such unfortunate circumstances. But regardless, Jay was glad he'd been there for the young woman - and he thought she felt the same way about him that he felt toward her.
"Wow..." Adam exchanged glances with Amy, his brows quirked. The redhead appeared amused, for the moment forgetting about the case. "... *That's* certainly an interesting turn of events."
"Good morning."
They looked up as they entered the room to see the tall brunette emerge from the bathroom. She was dressed in a crisp gray business suit, and there seemed to be a definite purpose in her stride. Jay had said she'd been upset the previous night. Well, if that had indeed been the case, Amy certainly couldn't tell as she looked at Stephanie now. The Canadian definitely seemed to have done her some good. She actually felt a smile touching her lips.
"Are you two hungry?" the brunette asked. She glanced quickly at the watch adorning her left wrist. "It's still a little early, so we have some time."
"We're good," the redhead replied as she exchanged glances with her husband. Not even half an hour ago, she and Adam had enjoyed a room service Western omelet in their hotel room.
"Okay then..." Stephanie silently clapped her hands together and sighed. "... I just hope I'm as ready to testify against Dad as I *feel*."
"You *are*, sweetheart," Jay said, giving her a small smile and wink that left her soaring with confidence. She counted her lucky stars to have him, the memory of the previous night causing a smile to pull at one corner of her mouth. She had to bite her lip to still it.
"In that case," she went on, "Vince McMahon *and* Chris Irvine are going *down*!"