The next morning, Reena headed over to The Rock Fighting Club. She walked in and looked around.
A large man at the reception desk stood up and smiled at her. Reena’s practiced eye took him in with appreciation: sandy-blond hair, clear green eyes, amazing physique. He’d be gorgeous to paint, she knew, from a purely aesthetic point of view. She returned the smile and walked over to him.
“Good morning,” he said. “I’m Gavin, the Rock’s manager. Can I help you with something?”
“Yes, please. I’m looking for Nick and Adam. My name’s Reena.”
“Sure. Take a seat, OK? I’ll call them for you.”
“Thanks.” She wandered over to the sofa and sat down, still looking around. She’d never been to The Rock before, and she was intrigued to see Nick and Adam’s club for the first time.
“Hey, Reena. How you d
