Best Two Out of Three

Part 11

Sunday, June 7, 2020
Adam and Callie's House – Aaron's Creek, Virginia

Alex woke up just after 7 a.m. the next morning. She'd slept as best as she could, given all that was on her mind. And that meant she needed a strong cup of coffee, stat.

She opened the door to the guest room and padded quietly through the house into the kitchen. She was surprised to find Adam there. "Morning," he greeted when he noticed her. "I wasn't expecting to see you up for another hour at least."

"I could say the same about you," she returned. "You and Dax hit the bottle pretty hard last night."

"Please, that was nothing and you know it," he dismissed. "Besides, I figured I'd get up and make everyone breakfast. You know, since Callie did everything yesterday."

He grinned at her. She playfully rolled her eyes as she motioned at the coffee pot. "Is that coffee fresh?"

He nodded. She grabbed a mug from a cabinet and poured herself a cup, just waiting for Adam to bring up Cash. It didn't take long.

"So," he said as he started cracking eggs into a large bowl. "You and Cash looked like you were getting pretty cozy last night."

Alex's face went instantly red. She took a sip of coffee to try to hide it—but there was absolutely no hiding it.

"You like him," Adam grinned.

If possible, her face went even redder. "Don't."

"Why? You know he's been asking me about you."

"Because, Adam." She stopped and let out a frustrated huff. "Why are you so obviously trying to set me up with Cash? Better yet—why are you so obviously against me and Kenny?"

Adam stopped what he was doing. He looked conflicted, like there was something weighing on his mind. But Alex couldn't have predicted what he said next. "Because I think Cash would be better for you than Kenny, Alex."

A weight dropped like a rock into the pit of her stomach. She was stunned. Kenny was Adam's tag team partner—his friend. She couldn't believe he would go behind his back like that. "What?"

Adam cracked another egg and tossed the shell into the trash. "Look," he started. "Maybe I shouldn't say this but... even if you and Kenny finally did decide to be together for real, I don't know if he'd ever really make you happy."

That confused her even further. "What? Why?"

"Because you're such different people, Alex," he said. "You like drinking and having a good time just as much as I do. You like actually watching baseball, and stupid comedy shows, and you know how to handle a gun, for fuck's sake. Meanwhile, Kenny doesn't drink, and I love the guy but, besides wrestling, I honestly don't know what his interests are other than video games and Japan. You don't play video games. You suck at video games."

She sent him a flat look. "So you think Kenny can't make me happy because he doesn't drink and I suck at video games?"

"Come on, it's more than that and you know it," he breathed. "Let me ask you this: have you ever stopped to think if you and Kenny actually have a connection? Or is it just physical?"

Alex opened her mouth—but she didn't have anything good to say. Now that he'd forced her to think about it, she honestly didn't know if her connection with Kenny did go beyond the physical. Their conversations never went below the surface to anything of substance. In fact, whenever she'd tried to go deeper in the past, he'd always pushed her away; and then, inevitably, he'd try to reassure her with sex. Trent was right—Kenny had commitment issues. But maybe Adam had a point, too. Were she and Kenny just not right for each other?