The tall blond was pulling on his wrestling boots when he suddenly heard the voices of Matt and Jeff Hardy - and then Amy's soft, feminine voice joined their Southern, masculine tones.

"Hey, look at this," he said as he raised his gaze to the screen.  The two brothers were arguing, Lita standing between them, a look of dismay on her face in Team Xtreme's evening's segment.

Jay came over to sit near him on the couch.  "Oh, yeah...It's too bad they're being split up."

The other man nodded.  "Yeah...but you know what?"  He finished with his boots and raised one hand to his head to run his fingers through his long blond locks, eyeing his best friend.  "Not to sound selfish or anything, but in a way, I'm kind of glad that's happening - maybe Matt will lay off Amy a little if they're no longer going to be working together."

"I wouldn't bet on it," Jay said.  He recalled what Adam had told him back during late August, after SummerSlam - that Matt had virtually accused the redhead of sneaking around with Chris Jericho, Drew Martin, his own brother and even him.  Odd how he'd never even suspected Adam.

"That guy doesn't give up easy."

"Actually, Amy thinks he already knows about us."

"Yeah?  And what do you think about that?" his friend questioned.

"Quite frankly," Adam replied, "I don't care.  Personally, I don't care who knows about us.  She doesn't owe anything to Matt Hardy - he's not her boyfriend, I am," he said, pointing a finger at himself.  "He only plays that role on TV.  All that matters to me is Amy, and how we feel about each other - how I feel about her."

His best friend arched an eyebrow.  He'd never heard the taller blond speak quite so openly about his relationship with the beautiful redhead.

"And how exactly do you feel about her?" he asked curiously.

The taller man's face softened into a soft smile at the question.  "That's pretty simple...not that my feelings for Amy are simple, mind you - but to sum it all up...I love her."

Jay regarded him silently for a moment, then spoke.  "Wow...that's great.  Does she know?  I mean, have you said it to her yet?" he question, unknowingly posing basically the same question to Adam that Trish Stratus had asked Amy earlier that evening.

Adam raked his hand through his hair, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.  "No," he admitted.  "I want to, but..."

"No need to explain, man...I totally get it."  After a beat, Jay suggested, "Why don't you find some other way to tell her?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, find another way," he repeated.  "Do it in a way that you don't have to actually speak the words - at least that first time."

The tall Canadian arched an eyebrow, comprehending his best friend's meaning.

"Not a bad idea," he admitted.

*

Amy held her breath as she made her way down the hall to Adam's locker room.  His match had taken place and ended just a few minutes earlier, and she'd been worried for him.

She couldn't help it.  Although the blond man had been in the ring against Jay, his best friend on the planet, and Drew had been the one to run in and interfere - the young man known in the squared circle as Test was one of the most gentle and careful workers she'd ever had the privilege of working with - she was terribly afraid that Adam had been hurt.

The redhead bit her lip as she arrived at the door to her boyfriend's locker room.  Without hesitation, she lifted her hand and knocked sharply.

The door opened, and Jay smiled out at her.  "Hey, Amy."  The man's smile disappeared as the young woman stepped past him and rushed over to Adam, who was sitting on the couch, looking a bit exhausted.

"Adam...Oh, baby...Are you all right?"  She sat down beside him, a look of concern on her lovely face.

The tall blond fixed his gaze on her.  "Yeah, I'm all right, sweetie."  He suddenly realized just how worried she appeared to be.  "Ames?"

"Are you sure you're okay?  You took quite a few nasty bumps out there," she said, her hand going up to his face.

Jay stood near the door, trying not to stare at them, but the redhead looked over at him, her facial expression transforming to one of anger as she did so.  "What's the matter with you?" she cried.

The shorter Canadian suddenly realized she was talking to him, and he glanced at her.  "What are you talking about?"

"Why the hell did you have to kick him like that?" she demanded, referring to the low blow he'd delivered from behind to her boyfriend while the referee's back had been turned.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Amy," Jay said.  "I'm sure he can still get it up - don't worry, you'll still be getting some tonight."  He chuckled.

"Stop it!" Amy cried.  "I'm serious!  And what about that Unprettier on the chair?"  She was actually amazed that Adam hadn't been busted open.

"I only did what I was supposed to do," he replied innocently.  "Do you honestly think I'd ever want to really hurt my best friend?  Come on, you know how it is."

"The only thing I 'know' is that this man is obviously hurting right now!"

The blond man who was still standing felt badly at the sudden realization that the diva was actually very close to tears.  The only time he'd ever known her to be this upset and emotional about Adam after a match had been during Unforgiven, when his best friend had been busted open under his left eye.  God... It was so obvious exactly how much this woman loved his best friend.  Jay couldn't help feeling a bit envious of the other man because of that kind of devotion and love.

"Ames...baby, chill," the man beside her said softly.  "I'm okay."  He reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her against him.  "Come here..."

"Are you sure?"  The redhead's intense gaze was fixed on him, her expression still one of concern.

"Of course I'm sure.  Now, come here," the tall blond said, and he moved his other hand to her face as his lips met hers.

Jay watched them for a beat, his heart actually hurting somewhat as he thought about how much the two of them obviously loved each other.  Then, he said, "All right, you two - I can take a hint.  Please - I beg of you - whatever you do, don't start having sex until I'm out of here..."

The redhead giggled as they were still kissing, then tried to pull away to reply to the man, but Adam wouldn't let her.  His lips only grew more demanding, and he raised a hand to wave to his best friend.

Jay chuckled and ducked out the door, leaving the lovebirds alone.