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Author's note: nothing new to add at this time, other than it's Torrie's turn. Oh, and just for the record, for the sake of this fic, Edge's single and never been married.

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Flashback...

One year ago...

She had everything set. The candles, the romantic dinner, the soft music on the radio and the thundering rain pouring from outside. She had went all out on this one. All she had to do was wait for her husband to come home and take her in his arms. Why? Because today was a very special day for her.

It was her two-year wedding anniversary.

Torrie Wilson-Gruner smiled as she went into the bathroom to change out of her street clothes. She loved Peter so much, it nearly killed her on the inside. She couldn't live without him and she knew he couldn't live without her. When they exchanged their wedding vows two years ago, it was the happiest day of her life. She loved being married to him and the moments they had spent together since the big day made her heart soar.

She came out of the bathroom, wearing a long white filmy nightgown and her long blond hair being pinned up when someone knocked on her door. Immediately, she felt nervous but nonetheless, she headed for the door, grabbing her robe from the recliner and slipping it on, because who want to come in and see her wearing almost next-to-nothing?

"Who is it?" she asked softly.

"It's the police. We need to speak with you for a moment," he said in a harsh, but gentle tone.

Fear washed through her body as she opened the door. The rain was coming down hard when the brash officer stepped inside.

"W-what can I do for you, officer?" she asked faintly.

"I have some bad news concerning your husband, Peter Gruner."

"What happened to him? Tell me what happened to my husband!" Torrie cried.

"He was driving home from work when another car crashed into his. He tried to get back on the road but, because the road was so wet, he swirled off and crashed into a tree. Mr. Gruner was wearing a seat belt but it went about his neck and choked him," the officer explained.

Tears started falling from her eyes. She couldn't believe this. He was supposed to be coming home for her but fate had to intervene. Why did this had to happen to her?

"Where is he? Is Peter okay? Can I go and see him? Will he make it?" she asked him frantically.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gruner, but the impact of the car crash proved to be fatal. Your husband was declared dead just a few minutes ago."

"NO!" she screamed as she sank on the floor and cried. Her husband was gone. Her one true love was gone. Would she ever heal from the tragedy? She'll probably never know...

"Torrie, you're next," Amy said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Torrie smiled before she took a deep breath and headed for the limo. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing by getting back into the dating scene. Ever since Peter's death, any thought of going out with someone else was way out of the question.

When she got there, she looked back at Amy and Lisa for a mere second before she opened the door and climbed inside, closing the door beside her. Noticing the scarf sitting next to her, she grabbed it and put it over her face, making sure she didn't tie it too tightly, because Amy said so when she laid down the rules of meeting your blind date. Then, she just took a deep breath and just sat there, folding her hands together on her lap.

God, I hope I'm doing the right thing by dating again. I can't afford to lost someone else, she thought.

Then she heard the footsteps from outside. She realized her date was on his way here. She held her breath when the door opened.

"Have fun with your date, man!" one man yelled, laughing.

"I sure will!" he replied, laughing along with him.

Once he closed the door, he leaned back against the cushion and looked at her for a moment. Even with the scarf over her face, she was beautiful. Amy was right to pair him up with this beauty.

"How you doing, beautiful?" he asked, smiling.

"Fine," she simply said. She was blushing. Only Peter called her beautiful.

"Don't be nervous. You're doing just fine with me. Oh, and you can take your blindfold off now. I can tell you're getting a little uncomfortable having that thing on over your eyes," he said softly.

"Thank God. It was already getting on my nerves," she said as she worked to remove it quickly, for which she did. She then rubbed her eyes with her fingers because some lint got into them.

"You okay, beautiful?" he asked. He sounded concerned.

"I'm fine. I just got some lint out of my eyes, that's all. Thanks for your concern, though," she said before she looked up and gasped at the person who was her date for the evening.

"Adam?" she asked, choking.

"Torrie? Amy set me up with you?" he said, looking at her in surprise.

"I don't know what to say. I mean, you're handsome and everything, but I can't believe she set me up with someone whom I'd always had a huge crush on," she admitted. But, she wanted to kick herself when she said those words to him.

"Wait, you had a crush on me? Well, I guess it's safe to say that I had a crush on you for a while," Adam admitted, smiling.

"You did?"

"Yes. I like you a whole lot. I mean, the only reason why I didn't act on them is because you were still married to Peter. I knew how much you loved him so I stayed away from you."

"Oh, man. I never knew you felt this way about me. I didn't wanna jeopardize what I had with Peter by being with you because I loved him so much. So, when he died, a part of me felt I should remain loyal to him. But, on the other hand, another part of me felt I should move on with my life. I don't know, I guess it's my instincts talking."

He moved to sit next to her, the he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She laid her head against his chest and sighed deeply.

"Listen, I'll tell you what. Let's just go to dinner right now and we'll get to know each other more. If you feel you can be able to move on, we'll go from there. Deal?" Adam asked softly.

Torrie smiled back. "Deal."

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Two hours later...

"I haven't had this much fun in so long," Torrie admitted with a smile on her face. She had her head laying on Adam's lap, which, to her shock, felt good. He ran his fingers through her long blond hair and smiled, realizing being with her made his life a whole lot better.

"I'm so glad you had fun tonight, Tor. I just want you to be happy for once," he replied lightly.

"Thank you, honey. I really appreciate what you did for me. Now, I can be able to move on with my life. Peter would've wanted me to do that."

"I'm glad." he leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips. She was actually disappointed he didn't kiss her fully; you know him using his tongue to make her moan. But, then again, she felt he didn't wanna rush into it since she's finally moving on from her husband's death.

"Don't worry, beautiful. There's plenty more where that came from," Adam said when he pulled away. He just kept stroking her hair with his hand, humming softly.

Torrie smiled. She knew Adam could be the one.

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