“It’s my pleasure.” He opened the door and gestured for her to walk ahead.

As soon as the door closed behind them, I turned to Rhys. “You might want to tell him he’s got no chance. Zoe can spot a player a mile away and she has no interest in them.” I glanced over my shoulder at Dean. “That goes for you too.”

“No worries.” Dean curled his lip in thought. “She’s gorgeous but I like my women commitment-phobic. Shame. I would not tire of looking at her.”

“She’s more than a pretty face, you know.”

“Yeah, her ass and legs are fucking fantastic too.” Dean laughed at my grimace and stood. “I’m kidding, Parker. Guess I better leave you lovebirds alone. But you”—he pointed at his brother—“got training this afternoon.”

I felt Rhys’s hand slide farther up my leg. “I’ll get my workout in, don’t you worry.”

Shivering at the promise in his voice, I couldn’t even laugh at Dean’s disgusted expression. “I understand innuendo, fuckface.”

Rhys chuckled. “You leaving or what?”

“I got shit to do, so yeah.”

“I hope that shit has something to do with finding a decent job.”

“Hey, who is the smartest person in this room?”

“Parker.”

I laughed as Dean rolled his eyes. “I meant out of us two.”

But Rhys wasn’t laughing. “I mean it, Dean. Time to get serious.”

“I already told you I am.” He left before Rhys could say another word.

I frowned. “You’re still worried about him?”

“I’ll keep worrying about him until he nails down a good job and starts to settle. Now, can we stop talking about my little brother and go up to the loft?”

Before I could answer, he placed his hands under my ass and lifted me up so I had no choice but to wrap myself around him like a monkey.

“That was a rhetorical question.” His lids lowered over his eyes as he stared at my mouth. “If I don’t get inside you in the next five minutes, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

I would’ve chided him for such melodrama if his phone hadn’t vibrated on the desk.

He glanced over my shoulder and scowled.

“What is it?” I twisted to have a look down at his phone screen. “Who is Colonel Dipshit?”

“Fairchild.”

I snorted and grinned at him. “Colorful.”

Rhys didn’t laugh. “It’s the third time he’s called since yesterday.”

“He’s heard about the fight,” I surmised, feeling a trickle of trepidation run through me. “Answer it. Just get it over with.”

The muscle in his jaw flexed. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

“I won’t be able to concentrate until we know what he has to say.”