Diego blinked in disbelief. An hour and a half? “Are you serious?”

Daisy shot him another look. “This is serious, you can’t just blow through this like you do everything else.” She turned to the baker. “Tyler, one of the grooms, was hoping for mango filling. And he was very interested in green tea-flavored cake. He said you had cupcakes like that, and they were the most delicious things he’d ever tasted.”

The baker nodded enthusiastically and looked over at Diego. “And the other groom…?”

Diego smiled, suddenly feeling a whole lot better about the day. “He’d want to make Tyler happy.”

Daisy took in his smile and blinked before biting her lower lip.

The way she used to when she wanted to be kissed.

And, just like that, he went from smug as hell to…damn. Something else entirely.

The baker took in the strained silence between them and jumped up. “Let me get us some samples!”

When she was gone, Daisy leaned across the table. “You’re up to something.”

Most definitely, babe. Not that he could remember what at the moment. She was probably completely unaware that her blouse gaped, revealing swells of creamy breasts and a strip of cream-colored lace that matched her skin and made his mouth water.

“Diego,” she whispered warningly, her eyes suspicious.

He just smiled, and then the baker was back with samples of green tea cake with mango filling. They both dove in, taking their first bite at the same time. Diego nearly choked on his, having to fight to not visibly recoil.

But not Daisy. She moaned in pleasure and then licked her fork. And then her lips… “This is the one,” she said.

“I’ll make a note,” the baker said with a nod. “But you still have a lot of time left and a bunch of other options to try.”

“Great!” Daisy said happily, and Diego couldn’t help but smile at her.

Back when they’d been together, they’d eaten cheaply. Ramen. Apples and peanut butter. Whatever they had to do. She’d loved saving a penny, loved free shit. Apparently, she still did.

It was way too fucking cute.

But that wore off quickly. A painfully long hour—and way too much sugar—later, the baker was finally writing up the order for green tea cake with mango filling. “How many tiers?”

“Oh,” Daisy said, lighting up. “Tyler loves tiers. Maybe three?”

They both looked at Diego, who was still fighting his physical responses to Daisy enjoying her cake.

“No tiers,” Rocco had said.

“Three sounds good,” Diego said. “Maybe even four. So, we’re done here, right?”

Daisy gave him another look.

The baker seemed startled. “Well, not exactly. There’s cake toppers. We’ve got everything from collectible figures to—”

“Figurines,” Daisy said, sneaking another bite of cake, once again licking her lips and the fork. “Tyler loves to collect. Two men, of course.”

They both looked at Diego.

Since he was having a hard time thinking past the sweet glide of Daisy’s tongue along the fork, he simply nodded.