Actually, she was feeling too angry to shed any tears at the very moment.  She couldn't believe the way Adam had acted, how he'd treated her - and most importantly, how he'd made her feel.  It wasn't like him at all.  She could understand the tall blond man wanting to go out and do something with male friends - have a "guys only" type of night, as he'd said he and Hulk Hogan were going to do - but damn it, she would only have had tonight to spend with him.

"Men!" Amy muttered as she hit the steering wheel with the heel of her hand.  She glanced down at her cell phone, which she'd placed on the passenger's seat.  She'd deliberately left it turned on in case her boyfriend were to suddenly realize how unreasonable he was being and decided to call to at least apologize.  Even if Adam did so, and even if he begged her to return, the redhead highly doubted she would do that.

She shook her head in frustration.  No - even if the Canadian called and begged like a little boy, she wouldn't turn around and go back.  He had hurt her badly and made her feel unimportant.  He had also invalidated her feelings, which made her angrier still.  Besides, she was crossing a bridge that would take her out of Massachusetts altogether.

Damn... Amy ran a hand through her long red hair as she waited for change from the toll operator.  Before she pulled away, she reached over for her cell phone, firmly pressing the switch that would turn it off.  Adam wasn't going to call... She fought back tears, deciding that she needed a good, stiff drink as soon as she made it to the hotel.  She'd spoken with Trish Stratus, her closest fellow diva friend, earlier that day.  The little blonde had told her exactly where she would be staying.

As the redhead drove on, she hoped Trish would still be awake and in a bar-hopping mood.

*

Later that night, Adam found himself barely listening to a word Hollywood Hulk Hogan was saying as he and the older man sat at a small table in a reputedly popular area nightclub.

Some local rock band was playing up on the small stage, but the music was not the reason the tall blond wasn't listening to the older man.

"What's wrong, brother?" Hogan asked his tag team partner.

Adam blinked, meeting the man's eyes over his beer glass.  "Sorry...I guess I'm just a little distracted."

"Well, that's quite obvious, man...what's up?"

"Eh...it's just..."  The younger man shifted his gaze to the beverage in his hand before continuing.  "...well, Amy and I had a fight earlier tonight."

"Oh, I should've known," the Hulkster said with a nod of understanding.  "Women troubles."

"Damn it!" Adam cursed.  He was still pissed, but even more so now, because he felt badly for the things he'd said to the redhead.  He knew some of it had to have been quite hurtful to her.

"I really screwed up big time, Hulkster," he said, and Hogan looked up from his own beer.  "All she wanted to do was spend the evening with me.  She got the night off and came all this way just for that - to see me."

"Why don't you give her a call?" the older man suggested.

Adam shrugged, knowing he should do exactly that - but he had the feeling that Amy would either have her cell phone turned off, or, if it was on, not answer when she saw his own cell phone's number displayed on her caller ID.

"Hey, it's worth a shot," Hogan pointed out.  "What've you got to lose, brother?"

The Canadian sighed as he raked a hand through his long golden mane.  The way he saw it, he had a lot to lose - an awful lot.

"Yeah, I guess you're right..."  The younger man stood up, raking his hand through his hair nervously as he made his way through the club, ignoring the gawking stares of a couple of women he passed.  He came to a slightly quieter area of the establishment and took out his cell phone.

Adam pressed a single button with his one-touch dialing to reach Amy's cell phone and held the device up to his ear.  But instead of ringing, the other end went directly to the voicemail.  He felt his heart sink at the sound of her message, her voice sounding so cheerful on it: "Hi, this is Amy.  I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave me a message, I'll get back to you ASAP.  Thanks."

The tall blond man took a deep breath as he contemplated speaking and leaving her a message, but he ended up ending the call instead.  Shaking his head, a bad feeling swept through him.

Damn it, he thought.  She was even angrier than he'd thought.  He was certain she'd leave her phone on.

He deliberately kept his own phone on as he made his way back to his table, wending his way through hordes of people.  Again, he ignored the stares of several women whom he noticed were very obviously of the loose variety, and he sighed as he returned to the table and Hogan.

"I take it that it didn't go too well," the Hulkster said.

"No," Adam said.  "Actually, it didn't go at all...She...her cell phone was turned off.  I didn't bother leaving a voicemail.  I doubt she'd call me back right now anyway."

"Sorry to hear that, man," Hogan said.  After a moment of silence, he spoke again.  "Hey, you can still enjoy yourself tonight...I'm sure everything'll be fine - you two will patch things up.  Just put it all out of your mind for now - enjoy."

The tall blond Canadian eyed his friend warily.  How was he supposed to forget about what had happened - forget about Amy, the love of his life - when it made him feel so lousy?  The entire fight had pretty much been his fault.  He was man enough to admit that.

He returned his attention to his beer, lifting it up and taking a swig.  He wondered where Amy was at that moment, and how she was doing...

He hoped that, wherever she was, she was okay, and that he'd be able to get in touch with her soon.