Best Two Out of Three

Part 4

Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Daily's Place – Jacksonville, Florida

"Hey Britt, can I ask you something?"

Callie caught up with Britt in catering at the next episode of Dynamite. Something had been stewing on her mind that required the opinion of another female; and, of all the women on the roster, Dr. Britt Baker, DMD, was the only one she felt she could truly trust not to go blabbing to Alex.

"Sure!" Britt smiled as she took a giant bite of banana. Callie didn't waste any time.

"Do you think there's anything going on between Adam and Alex?"

Britt abruptly stopped chewing. But Callie went on before she could ask any questions.

"It's just that... after we got back to the hotel after Double or Nothing, he went somewhere. And ever since he's been acting... I don't know... distant."

Distant was an understatement. In the month-and-a-half since Callie had moved in with Adam, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other; sometimes they could barely make it through the front door before they ripped each other's clothes off. But ever since Double or Nothing, Adam hadn't seemed nearly as interested. At first, Callie had tried not to immediately think it was because of Alex. Maybe he was just stressed, or maybe the "honeymoon period" of moving in together had finally worn off. But, the more she ruminated, the more she convinced herself that the change in his level of affection had to be because of Alex.

Britt shifted in her seat as she swallowed. "He didn't say at all where he was going when he left?"

Callie shook her head. "No. He just said, 'I'll be back,' and walked out before I could even ask. He was only gone ten or fifteen minutes... but still. I can't help but feel like he went to see her."

Britt gave a slight pout as she pulled the banana peel down further. "I don't know. Why don't you just ask him where he went?"

She expelled a tired sigh. "Because I'm sick of asking him about Alex. It always turns into an argument. He gets defensive and I get angry and we just go around in circles." She picked at the label on her water bottle, frowning. Even though she didn't want to admit it, Callie knew she was a bit sensitive when it came to Adam's relationship with Alex. But how couldn't she be? It seemed like every other day he gave her a new reason to be suspicious.

Britt's brow furrowed. "But if it's bothering you then you should ask him about it, Cal. If you hold it in, it'll just fester and pus up—like an abscess tooth."

Callie grimaced. "Thanks for the imagery, Britt."

She grinned, proud of herself. "That's Doctor Britt, thank you very much," she returned; but then something caught her eye across the room. Adam and Alex walked into catering together, talking and laughing about something. Alex playfully shoved Adam on the shoulder. Britt's face dropped.

Callie's brow creased. "What?" she asked. She turned around before Britt could stop her. She bit down on her jaw. What. The. Fuck.

Adam said goodbye to Alex and walked over to Callie and Britt. "Hey, baby," he said. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to catering? I would've come with." He kissed her on the head as he pulled out a chair and sat down. He was completely oblivious to Callie's bubbling rage.

"Oh, so I have to tell you where I'm going?" she bit. Her chair screeched against the floor as she abruptly stood from the table. "See you later, Britt," she muttered, and she left without a second glance.

Adam watched her storm out, utterly confused. He looked back at Britt. "Um, what the hell was that about?"

She pursed her lips. "Really?" she flatly returned. "You have no idea why she could be upset with you?"