Fiona was in charge of ticket sales, so she was meeting with Rhys today to give him an update on where we were at with those. The fight was in three weeks. Although Rhys and I spent time with one another the past few weekends, I hadn’t seen him as much as I’d like because he was in training mode.

“This place is sad,” Zoe murmured as we walked across the glass-fronted atrium and through the double doors to the public gym. There were only a few people working out. “A redecoration overhaul is definitely needed.”

“Hence the charity fight,” I reminded her. “This way.”

Since dating Rhys for real, I’d visited the gym a few times and knew my way around. I led Zoe to the back stairwell that would take us directly to the second-floor corridor that housed Rhys’s office.

At my knock, Rhys called, “Come in.”

His voice sent a thrill through me, and I reached to push open the door.

Zoe’s groan halted my action.

“What?” I frowned.

“You are sickeningly in love,” she whispered, smirking.

My heart lurched at the word. “Take that back.”

“Nah.” She shook her head, pushing Rhys’s door open. “I only speak the truth.”

Attempting to squash the heat her words caused in my cheeks, my eyes darted to Rhys who was standing by his desk with Fiona at his side. Dean and Carlos were also in the room. My gaze flickered from them back to Rhys whose face split into a wide grin.

“Hey, Tink.”

Ignoring Zoe’s disturbing last words, I crossed the room with a small smile and went up on my tiptoes as Rhys bent down to kiss me. Everything about him—his smile, the contented expression in his eyes when he looked at me, his cologne, the feel of him under my hands—caused a score of pleasure pain across my chest. His arm moved around my waist, drawing me to his side.

“Hey.”

He grinned at me for a long moment and then looked up. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Oh, dammit.

I looked over at my best friend and blushed at the expression on her face.

It clearly said, “You just made my point for me.”

“Right. Rhys, this is my best friend and roommate, Zoe. Zoe, this is Rhys. You already know Fiona, of course.” I smiled at the blond grad student who had more energy than anyone had a right to. My gaze moved past her to Carlos and Dean who were both staring way too intently at my best friend. “This is Dean, Rhys’s brother, and Carlos, Rhys’s friend. He also works here.”

“Hey.” Rhys gave her a chin lift. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yes, you too. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m gonna go ahead and assume it was all good.”

“You do that.”