11

"Truce?"

Shay looked up from her laptop at the door to the med room. Trina stood there, a stick in her hand, a white handkerchief tied to it. Shay laughed at her.

"Where did you get that?"

"Um…Chris Jericho. He's been waving it around for some reason. I snatched it when he wasn't looking." Trina smiled. "I'm sorry about butting into your…"

"Forget it," Shay waved her off. "I was just mad and taking it out on you."

"Then we're cool right?"

"Yes. And stop hanging out with Rob. If you start calling me dude, I'll smack you."

Trina laughed and came into the room. "So…where were you last night? I went to your room to kiss and make up, but you weren't there."

"I was asleep," Shay said, going back to work on her computer.

"Uh huh." Trina smiled knowingly. "Then why did I see you go sneaking back into your room at six this morning?" She laughed at the look on Shay's face.

"What the hell were you doing up that early?" Shay grumbled. She had finally dragged herself out of Kane's room after he had given her a shirt to wear to replace the one he'd torn. He was leaving, going to work out, and she needed sleep. They'd caught naps through the night, but he'd woken her up several times to…well…

Shay was trying not to think about that. She had work to do and spending all of her time daydreaming wasn't going to get it done. She had slept like a rock until noon, then had soaked in a hot bath for an hour. She was still sore as hell. Which was why she was sitting down, updating files; a job that meant little movement.

"I woke up and Bubs was out cold and I couldn't get him up," She emphasized the last word with a grin. "So I was going to take a walk. And I saw you. Sneaking around…" She shook her head.

If Trina wanted details she wasn't going to get them. Shay just smiled.

"Fine, don't say anything." Trina grouched. "You'll tell me eventually. I have to go find Bubbles. Maybe I can talk him into giving me some before the show starts."

Shay started laughing. "Bubba must be good in bed to have you so dickmatized."

"He is…" Trina said dreamily before giggling. "I'm going to steal that word. Dickmatized. I'll see you later." When she was gone, Shay shook her head.

Shay had tried all day not to think about the night before. It had taken on a dreamlike cast, something that had happened in another lifetime. Well…except for the soreness. But it was definitely a good kind of sore.

It had been a good thing that she had yet to see Kane at all since he'd left that morning. She wasn't sure her hormones could take it. Wiped out was putting it mildly.

Sighing, she saved what she had been working and packed the laptop up. The other trainers were in the hallway; she could hear them laughing. Nothing much was going on. She was going to call it a night. She planned on driving down to the next venue tonight instead of spending another night at the hotel. That way she could get the trip over with.

Shay exited the arena through the loading dock and stood there for a moment, looking at the rows of trucks parked there. A small group of fans were gathered at the corner of the building, watching for the wrestlers to leave. Other than that she was alone.

Momentarily.

She heard a voice from her right. Shay quirked an eyebrow. There was no mistaking that noise; it was Vince McMahon. He had a particular voice, grating even when he wasn't worked into a frenzy. He was standing beside one of the trucks, out of view of the fans. He was talking quietly to…Shay had to squint to make him out. Kane. She frowned and settled the bag she carried in her hand. What the hell would Kane and Vince have to say to each other? Vince was the boss, not necessarily the friendly kind either. She heard another voice, and her frown deepened. Bischoff. At a house show?

She almost wished she could move closer to hear what they were actually saying. Kane didn't talk, that she could make out, but she did see him nod several times. Biting her lip, she decided to pretend she hadn't noticed them. She locked her eyes on her car, parked at the rear of the lot, past the fans. All right. Just walk forward, get in, leave. It was probably business related. Yes. Then why did she have such a bad feeling about the three of them talking?

She had only taken a few steps when she felt eyes on her. She didn't even have to look, she only knew one person who could burn a hole into her with a look. She ignored it. She cast an uneasy smile toward the fans, who were clamoring to ask her if she knew any of the wrestlers. She didn't answer them.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she quickly got into her car. Without knowing why, she hit the door locks. Ok. Better. She laughed at herself. Trina was right, she was jumpy. Kane was talking to the bosses. That was it. Shay herself had talked to them on more than one occasion. So what could possibly be so ominous about a private hidden conversation at a house show in the middle of the parking lot?

"Absolutely nothing," She said out loud, smiling. That sounded convincing. Putting the car into gear, she headed for the exit, casting one last glance toward the loading docks. Kane was standing there, ignoring the fans who were jumping up and down and trying to get his attention. He was staring straight at her car.

Shay tightened her grip on the steering wheel and drove on. Once the building was behind her she relaxed. Why the hell was she so nervous all of a sudden?

She reached over and turned the radio on. Good, music. A distraction from her thoughts. Why did she feel this sudden urge to jump to conclusions where Kane was concerned anyway? It was none of her business. As far as she was concerned, last night had been game over. Hadn't they both gotten what they'd wanted? Wasn't that what he'd been after all along? He could focus his…intentions…elsewhere now. Sleeping with Shay had most likely taken all of the challenge out of it for him.

She found absolutely no comfort in the thought. Regret, yes. Not for what had happened, she couldn't lie; she had loved every minute of it. But the chase was over.

"And that's a good thing," she muttered. Maybe she could go back to her semi-peaceful existence. Maybe Kane would just go away and leave her alone. Shay snorted laughter. "Right," she was talking to herself again. Had to stop that little habit too. Deep down she knew, she felt, Kane was not done with her yet. Her stomach clenched at the thought. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

Forcing herself to stop thinking, she cranked up the volume on the radio and sang along, drowning out her nerves in a wash of hard rock music. Two hours, then her room. Then sleep. And she'd worry about Kane when he did something to actually make her worry.