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wasn't going to be happy that she looked him up in the first place.  But how could she keep information like this to herself?
     
    "Anyway, I gotta get back to work or you're not going to have any drinks to serve tonight."  He put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.  "You okay?"
     
    She smiled slightly and nodded up at him with a sigh.  "I think I might need a drink after work tonight.  Or three."
     
    Simon's face split into a wide grin.  "Now you're talking girl!  That's a fabulous idea.  Drink away the pain.  I know just the place."  Her friend almost skipped out of the room, the heaviness of the past few minutes already fading from his carefree mind as she sunk lower into her chair, the smile fading from her lips. 
     
    Maybe he didn't want to know.  After all, he wanted people to believe they were dead, so could it be that he wished they were?  She couldn't imagine how she'd feel if someone kept information like that from her, though.  She'd be devastated.  But Joel was a very different person.  What would be worse to him?  Finding out that his father was dead, or that Amber had gone digging into his past. 
     
    She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.  She had a feeling she was in a no-win situation.  The only way to avoid it would be to keep it from him completely, act like she never discovered it.  Maybe she could somehow get him to find the article on his own or something.  Then see how he reacted.  Would he even tell her?  Tears misted her vision.  She knew the answer to that.
     
    Amber leaned her head back against the wall, taking another deep breath to steady herself as she blinked away the half formed tears.  Drinking tonight was a good idea.  She could figure all of this out in the morning.  Saying anything right away would be a rash decision.  She needed to think about it for a while and figure it out.  Besides, she had no idea when she would next see Joel anyway.
     
    Joel
    Joel emerged from the underground into the sweltering night.  The heat o f the day hadn't yet dissipated despite it being after 10 P.M, but it was still better than the stifling and stagnant sweat filled air of Rock House after an entire day of training.  The shower he had taken before leaving seemed pointless now, since even the short walk to Amber's apartment would undo all of its work.  He could have another one once he got in, but with the way her air conditioning worked, it wouldn't last very longer either.
     
    He was exhausted.  Training had been brutal - much harder than he had anticipated, although Chris had confirmed that Blake was leading it harder than usual.  Still, none of the other guys seemed as beat by the end of the night, and he knew he had a lot of work to do to get into shape.  Those guys had been at it for months, some of them years.  They knew what they were doing, but he was anxious to learn.  Pain and exhaustion were welcome if they were harbingers of future success in the ring.  Of the four men he was training with, three of them had already fought in televised events.  It was even rumored that Blake was only a few fights away from a title shot himself.
     
    He still wasn't sure what Blake's issue was with him.  Each time the two of them sparred, he would shake his head or sneer every time he took Joel down or submitted him.  Other than that, he barely spoke to him at all.  At least the other guys hadn't been complete assholes.  Chris was the most friendly.  Joel definitely wasn't there to make friends, but if he was going to be spending almost every day with these guys, it would be nice if they were all at least civil to each other.
     
    He reached the door and unlocked it with the extra key that Amber had loaned him.  It was hours before she was due home, but that would give him time to decide what to say to her.  How to apologize.  He grimaced to himself.  He could recall his father's claim, many times growing up.  A pologies are for