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Stacy buckled herself firmly into the passenger's seat of Sean O'Haire's rental car. After she was comfortable, she noticed the group of guys with whom she'd been a moment ago - Jericho, Edge, Christian and RVD. And Rob stared her way, his expression unhappy.
The leggy blonde felt badly. She'd had plans with the Battle Creek, Michigan native to ride with him to the hotel. No doubt, he was feeling as though she'd done a number on him by not doing so and riding with another guy instead.
She turned to look at O'Haire, who hadn't spoken after buckling himself into the driver's seat and started the car's engine. He looked deeply lost in thought.
"Sean?" Stacy reached over to touch him on the arm, and the big man turned his head to meet her eyes. They had a deep friendship that dated back to their WCW days together, the blonde having been the first person in that now defunct company to have been truly welcoming to him when he'd debuted in 2000. From then, it was all history. When Stacy had gone through her breakup with David Flair, Sean had been there, offering his friendship and a shoulder to cry on.
What with how close they were, most people would probably look at Stacy and O'Haire and think they were an item, or, at the very least, friends with benefits. However, that was not the case. They were strictly friends - *best* friends, and, to Stacy, Sean was like the older brother she'd never had.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her face full of concern. She glanced forward again to see RVD getting in his rental car. Then, "What did you want so badly to talk to me about?"
Sean pulled out of the parking space, then drove out of the lot and into the street. That was when he finally spoke.
"I don't quite know how to say this, but..." He shook his head. "I saw something I guess I *shouldn't* have..."
The blonde diva eyed him expectantly.
"What? Tell me, Sean! You're making me nervous..."
O'Haire sighed and braked for their first red light. Then, turning to meet her concerned brown eyes, he revealed what he'd seen.
"I saw Triple H and Torrie Wilson kissing."
Stacy's eyes widened, although she wasn't quite so naive as people tended to think. She'd heard from plenty of people that Hunter was a womanizer and cheated on Stephanie McMahon as often as he could get away with - but she'd never witnessed anything with her own two eyes.
"What? Where?"
"Out in the hallway, in a remote corner," Sean replied. "There were people around - no other superstars until *I* happened along. They didn't seem to care at all."
The leggy diva bit her lip, knowing full well exactly what was on her best friend's mind.
"And now you're wondering what to do about what you know?"
The burly, dark-haired man nodded, running one hand through his shaggy locks while he steered with the other.
"Right." He shook his head. "I don't want to be the one to tell Stephanie news that would hurt her, but... she's got to know."
Stacy nodded in agreement.
"You're right." After a brief, pensive moment, a tiny smile touched her lips. "But maybe, if you *do* tell her, it could work to your advantage..."
Sean turned to fully face the blonde, one brow arched.
"What exactly do you have on your mind, Keibler?"
The young woman chuckled easily. God, how men could act so dense sometimes - but usually, with *this* one, it was all an act.
"Oh, I think you *know* what I mean, Seanie..." She reached over and swatted his shoulder playfully.
O'Haire smirked, as he knew Stacy was right. She knew him like a book. And she knew he'd had a crush on Stephanie McMahon ever since he'd made his return to SmackDown TV last year as Roddy Piper's 'sidekick.'
"Yeah, I think I do," he replied, again shifting his blue eyes to her face.
Stacy turned around in her seat to fully face him.
"What do you have to lose?"
Sean blinked at her words, then faced the road again. On one hand, Stephanie deserved to know that her fiance was a lying, cheating rat - but if he told her, would she *believe* him?
He had a lot of thinking to do.