Chapter 5

Kat turned in her sleep. I've gotta stop staying at cheap places, she thought in her sleep. These pillows are ridiculous. Slowly, as she regained consciousness and slipped out of her dream, she remembered that what had happened the previous day. She recalled that she was sharing a room with Edge.

She turned again, finding her head a comfortable spot, wanting to sink back down into sleep. Her pillow felt very strange, and she cracked her eyes open a bit to see why. It was then that she realized her head wasn't on a pillow at all. She was tangled up in Edge's arms, her head resting on his chest.

Instantly her eyes popped open. She gently tried to free herself from his grip, but found that she was trapped in his arms. She turned her head and looked up at his face. He looked like he was fast asleep.

Great, she thought, how am I going to get loose without waking him up? She twisted again, hoping his grip would slacken as she moved. Instead, his grip only tightened. She turned her head and looked up at his face again. Was there a smile tugging at his lips? Her mind must be playing tricks on her.

She sighed and turned her head back, resting it on his chest again. She would just have to wait for him to let go.

"You know if you wanted me to let go, you could have asked."

Immediately her head turned back around. He was awake and smirking. He looked down at her, his voice full of mischief. "Something wrong?"

"You…you were awake the whole time?" she asked in shock.

He grinned in response. "The amount of moving around you did could wake the dead."

"I…oh boy…umm…well could you at least let go of me?"

"Now why would I do that?" he asked innocently.

"You said if I wanted you to let go, to ask. So I'm asking," she returned.

"Hmmm," he said pretending to think hard, "I think I'm too comfortable to let go."

"Then I guess I'll have to convince you."

"Oh really? How're you going to do that?" he said still smirking.

"I guess I'll just have to coerce you into letting me go," she said smirking back at him, drawing herself closer.

He raised an eyebrow at her tone. His grip slowly began to slacken, and the second it did, she pulled herself free.

"Touché," he said. "I didn't expect that."

She smiled at him. "That was plan A. If that hadn't worked, I would have gone to plan B."

"Yea? What's plan B?"

"Plan B is me kneeing and or elbowing you and getting away," she said still smiling sweetly.

"Suddenly I'm glad you went for plan A…"

"I thought you might be." She grinned, and he got up from the bed. He stretched and headed toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower. We're supposed to have breakfast with the guys. I think Cody wants to try to get his wallet back at the diner."

She nodded and he grabbed some clothes from the dresser. He went into the bathroom and a few minutes later she heard water running. She shook her head as she thought about him. He had some nerve, she said to herself with a smile. She wasn't too surprised though. She knew he was a tease. She was laying in bed when there was a knock on the door.

"Um, come in?"

The door opened, and Randy and Ted walked in. "Morning," Randy said. "I brought some of your clothes outta Taker's room. I gotta tell you, he wasn't too happy that you didn't come back last night."

"No?"

"No. I didn't mention that you stayed in here with Adam, or he probably would've hit the roof."

"Where is he now?"

"He said something about picking up some stuff in town," Ted answered. "Not really sure what."

"Did you sleep ok?" Randy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yea, why wouldn't I?" she said her tone showing a little confusion. She caught his meaningful look and then understood. "You mean did he behave himself like you asked? Yea, he did. No worries."

"Good. God knows if he did anything stupid, the rest of the guys would be digging a grave. Well anyway, take your clothes. We'll see you at the diner in a while. Hopefully that waitress doesn't give Cody a hard time again. Cuz' if she does, things are gonna get ugly."

He walked out, and Ted rolled his eyes. "So says Mr. Anger Management. I swear I'm going to have to bail his ass out of jail one day for assaulting somebody. See you later." He walked out after Randy.

Kat got up and picked up the clothes Randy had left. He had found a pair of shorts in the bag and a t-shirt and brought those. It must be warm outside, she thought.

A few minutes later, Edge came out of the bathroom. "Your turn," he said smiling. "Who was at the door before?"

"It was Randy and Ted. Randy came to bring me some clothes."

"Oh, too bad. I kinda like the look of you in my shirt," he said with a hint of a smirk.

She shook her head. "You're another hopeless one. I think I'll go shower now."

Fifteen minutes later she was done taking a shower. The shorts he had brought her had a compact and a lip gloss in the pocket. She must have put them in there when she packed. She powdered her face lightly, and put on a little lip gloss. She looked in the mirror. "Much better than last night," she said to herself. She came out of the bathroom after she had fixed her hair.

"Well don't you look much better," Edge said teasingly.

She smiled. "Not being stuck out in the rain by the road helps. That plus a good night's sleep. Of course I wasn't too crazy about the waking up part," she added wryly.

He grinned. "Could have fooled me."

She rolled her eyes with another smile. "Uh huh."

"You'll see. I'll get you yet."

"Keep telling yourself that Goldilocks."

She was going to be more of a challenge than he thought. This called for an up in his game. But that could wait.

He moved toward the door. "Ready to go watch Randy kill a waitress?" he asked.

"Oh God. Let's hope this goes peacefully," she said.

"With Randy? I doubt that."

"Maybe Mark will get the wallet back."

"Maybe. I wonder how he was when he realized you didn't come back last night."

"Randy said he wasn't very happy about it. Of course Randy also said that he didn't tell Mark that I was with you. Somehow I have the feeling that if he had, Mark would have been more than unhappy."

"Yea…Taker and me have had our share. I mean, we get along well enough, but I still wouldn't want to piss the man off. I get the distinct feeling he doesn't trust me very much. Well, at least in terms of the opposite sex."

"Now I wonder why he wouldn't trust you?" she asked sarcastically.

Edge gave her a half smile. "Let's go, before Randy punts me for not showing up."

They walked outside and were met by John. "You guys heading to the diner?" he asked.

"Yea. Where is everybody?"

"Randy, Ted and Cody already left. I think Taker is meeting us there."

The three hopped into John's rental, and headed toward the diner. When they got there, they saw two other trucks in the parking lot. The other guys were already there. They went in, and found them sitting at the same table as the night before.

"See Taker, I told you she was still in one piece," Randy said.

Mark looked almost relieved when they sat down. Kat slid into the booth and sat next to him. "I'm sorry I didn't come back last night. I didn't want to wake you up."

He looked at her. "It's fine. I was just a little worried when I didn't see you this morning. I thought maybe you had gone with the desk clerk. And God knows that man could scare Lucifer himself."

She laughed. "He is pretty scary."

"Whose room did you stay in anyway?"

"I stayed with Adam," she answered.

Instantly Taker's body language changed. His voice dropped, and his tone turned cold. He met Edge with an icy look. "I hope you didn't do anything stupid."

The rest of the table looked nervous with Taker's demeanor.

"Relax Deadman," Edge said a little uneasily. "I didn't do anything. Ask her."

Taker turned to Kat, his expression softening a little. He gave her a questioning look.

"He didn't," she said shaking her head.

"Good. Then I don't need to break his ass." His posture relaxed and his expression went back to normal. The rest of the table seemed to relax too.

The waitress came and took their orders. It wasn't the same waitress from yesterday. This one was different. She was older, and a little plumper. There was a much more pleasant air about her.

"Well I've got your orders. Can I get anybody some coffee?" she asked.

"Why don't you bring a pot? I think we're gonna need it," Randy said.

"Sure thing darlin'. You want decaf or regular?"

"Decaf. We don't need anybody bouncing off the walls."

"Sure." She went to walk away when Kat stopped her.

"Um I'm sorry, if you could please bring me some regular? I'm not much for decaf."

"Sure thing hun. I'll be back in a few. The coffee's still brewing." She walked off.

"No decaf?" Randy asked.

"Sorry," Kat said smiling. "I'll be the first to admit that I'm a caffeine addict."

"Admitting it is the first step overcoming your problem," Ted said grinning.

Kat laughed. "That's one vice I don't think I'll be giving up anytime soon."

"Is it the coffee or the caffeine you like?"

"The coffee. I don't know; decaf doesn't taste right to me."

"I don't know about that. If you pour enough sugar in it, it tastes fine," Ted said. "Of course if you pour enough sugar in it, it tastes like well, sugar…"

"I'll be sticking with my regular thanks."

A few minutes later the waitress returned with the coffee. She set the pot down on the table and handed Kat her cup.

"There you are darlin'. One cup of regular. Guaranteed to wake you up in the morning."

"Thank you," she answered with a smile, putting milk and sugar in her cup.

Ted began telling the table how Cody had been grumbling last night, and not letting him sleep.

"I swear I was going to get up and deck him. He was saying that his pillow was too lumpy, so I switched with him. Then he said the new pillow was too hard. I was about to smother him with it."

"Like you would," Cody said. "Besides, they were! The first one was like it was full of little balls, and the other one was like a brick."

"You're head's like a brick Code."

"Oh shut up Teddy." Cody turned to the rest of the table. "How did everyone else sleep?"

"I was out cold," John said.

"Same here," answered Randy.

"I took those aspirin, so I was asleep," Taker answered sipping his coffee.

"How about you?" Cody asked, turning to Kat. "Did you sleep ok? How were the pillows?"

From the other side of the booth, Edge smirked at her. "Yea, how were the pillows?"

A very light blush rose to her face. She took a sip of coffee to hide it. "They were fine. I fell asleep pretty fast. I guess I was tired."

"Well that's good. I wonder how Shawn slept," Cody asked.

Kat looked around, noticing that he wasn't present. "Where is he anyway?"

"He said he felt kinda sick from last night. He's probably in his room sleeping or something," Taker answered.

"Oh. I hope he's ok."

"Eh, he'll be fine. He said something about the French fries. I don't really know."

A minute later the waitress returned with their orders. There were so many plates on the table, there was barely any room.

"You know, I think the sheriff wants to talk to you later," Taker said to Kat, "about the robbery."

"Oh, that's good. Maybe he'll be able to get me my wallet back."

"Maybe."

Half an hour went by, and the waitress came back. "I just wanted to let you know that my shift's over. The next girl'll be coming in soon."

"Is that the same one that was here last night?" Randy asked innocently.

"Yea, she worked last night. Well you all have a nice day." With that, she picked up their dishes, turned and left. The table now clear, they went back to sipping coffee.

"Let the fun begin," Randy said.

"What do you mean?" Taker asked.

"That waitress from last night took Cody's wallet. She wouldn't give it back."

"She what?" Taker asked. "Don't worry Cody, if anything, I'll get it back."

"Thanks," Cody said. "Ted tried last night, and she was really nasty to him."

"Was she now? We'll see how that works today."

Ted grinned. "This is gonna be good."

"Let me ask for it," Randy said to Mark.

"You're not going to go all psycho on us are you?" Edge asked.

"Not unless she does something stupid," Randy answered.

"You try first Randy. If she still won't give it back, then I'll try. If not, we call the police," Taker said.

"Sure thing."

Five minutes later, the door opened and the waitress walked in. Soon she came over to their table. She left the check and started to walk away.

"Excuse me?" Randy asked, his tone even.

"Yea?" she answered turning back around.

"You have something that belongs to him," he said pointing to Cody. "He'd like it back."

"Like I told him last night," she said nastily, "if I find it, I keep it. Why don't you pay your bill and leave?"

"Are you kidding me?" Randy said. He stood up and took a step toward her. He was easily a foot taller. "Why don't you give him his wallet before things get ugly?"

"Like I also told your friend last night, if you lay a hand on me, I'll have you arrested. Now pay your bill, and get out." She turned and walked away toward the kitchen.

"Do you believe this?" Randy asked. "I oughta snap her little neck."

"She's got some hell of a nerve," Taker said.

The group stood and went toward the counter area. They stood waiting for her to come back out. When she did Mark stepped toward her.

He looked down at her. "You must think we're crazy. Give him his wallet back. Now."

"Get out," she snapped.

Mark's eyes were blazing. "You little…"

"Mark," Kat said softly, tapping him on the shoulder.

Taker turned and looked at her.

"Why don't we just take our stuff and go? It's obvious she's not giving it back," she said giving Taker a meaningful look.

He eyed her strangely. She was up to something; it was easy to see. He shrugged. "Alright then. Let's go."

The rest of the guys looked confused. What was going on?

As they made their way toward the front, Kat picked up a purse that was hanging by the front door.

"Oooh," she said. "What a nice purse. I think I'll take it." She picked it up off the hook.

"Hey!" the waitress snapped. "That's mine. Put it back."

Kat turned. "Oh, I'm sorry. I found it, so I'm going to keep it," she said with a wicked smile.

The waitress stepped close to her. "Put it down, or I'll make you."

Kat laughed. "You think I'm scared of some stupid little thieving bitch from Tennessee? Lady please."

The waitress took another step, and Kat's posture changed.

"If you lay a finger on me, I swear to God I'll break every bone in your body. And you won't be able to do a damn thing about it," Kat snapped. "You might be able to get them in trouble for hitting you, but not me. So go ahead. Try and see what happens to you."

The waitress stopped. Kat's eyes were blazing just like Taker's had been. Her posture, tone, demeanor, everything, could be clearly read as a threat. She wasn't joking.

"That's what I thought. Now give Cody his wallet."

Hesitantly the woman reached behind the counter and pulled out a wallet. Kat took it from her. She hung the woman's purse back up.

"The next time you try to steal from somebody, I want you to remember what just happened. Because next time, you might find somebody crazier than me, who just might follow through on that promise."

With that said, they all went outside into the diner's parking lot. Instantly, Kat's posture and attitude went back to normal.

"Here's your wallet Cody," she said grinning.

"Thank you! And oh my God," he exclaimed. "That was insane!"

"No kidding, I think I got chills," Ted said laughing.

""You scared the living hell out of her," John said.

"That was brilliant," said Randy.

"The look you were giving her, I seriously thought you were going to hit her," Edge added, shaking his head in amazement.

"Yea man!" Randy said. He looked at Kat. "Back there I thought Taker was about to let her have it, but then you said for us to go. I was like what? Grabbing her purse was brilliant. Did you two plan that out?"

Taker shook his head with a smile. "No, but that look she was giving me. I could see she was up to something. I'm glad I went along with it. That was pretty funny."

Kat grinned again. "I knew she would back down. She doesn't look like the type that could actually be a threat. I'm just glad Cody got his wallet back."

Cody smiled. "Thanks again."

She smiled. "No problem."

"I think we should head back to the motel. I'm going to try to call management and see when we're getting out of here," John said.

"I'm going to take Kat to see the sheriff, and then see about her car," Taker said. "We'll meet you guys back at the motel later." He turned to Kat. "Let's go."

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Author's Note: Hope you like! Thanks again to all my reviewers. Every review helps me know that you guys think this story is worth continuing. I'll have chapter six up soon! =)