“Done,” the baker said, smiling widely, typing on her tablet as fast as she could. “This is wonderful. Everyone happy?”

“Very,” Daisy said.

They both looked over at Diego, who needed a sharp stick to stab himself with.

“What do you think?” the baker asked.

What did he think? He thought that his testosterone levels had dropped dangerously just sitting there. Standing, he fished out a credit card, which he thrust at the baker. “Let’s get this done.”

Five minutes later, Daisy was glowering at him as they exited the bakery. “You couldn’t have been any more obnoxious.”

“You underestimate me.”

She snorted. “Seriously, you’re such an a—”

“Amazing brother?”

“I was going to say asshole.”

They were in front of the bike now. Daisy had parked next to him.

“Just…take in the big picture here,” she said.

“Which is what? That Rocco and Tyler ditched us here today on purpose for who knows what reason other than to torture me?”

She rolled her eyes. “I like how you assume you’re the only one being tortured.”

“Hey, I’ve been nothing but a—”

“I swear to God if you say delight…”

He shrugged.

She sighed, looking a little overheated and frustrated and ticked off, which made two of them.

Except he was also turned on. He couldn’t help it. Daisy talked with her hands, her eyes flashing. She looked sexy as hell.

“Look,” she said. “Rocco’s in love. He’s marrying the man of his dreams, so it’s not about you or me. Or us. Or the utter lack of an us—"

“Funny, because it feels a whole bunch like it’s about us,” he said.

She opened her mouth to argue that—because God forbid she not argue with every little thing he said—and he decided he’d had enough. So, he pulled her to him and put his mouth over hers.

He’d meant to shut her up, of course, but what he hadn’t intended was to forget himself, the wedding, his brother, and everything but the soft little sound that escaped her throat just before she fisted her hands in his shirt.

Going to shove me away or pull me in, babe?

She kissed him back. More than that, she pressed all those sweet, sexy curves up against him. With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling every contour of her sweet bod against his. Her mouth had started out icy cold from the chill in the air, but it was hot now. They were both hot.

She made another little sound, a sweet little mewl of pleasure that shot straight through him. That alone tamed his inner caveman, and an unexpected tenderness and sense of affection hit him hard. He cupped her face, his thumbs lightly brushing against her cheeks to kiss her again with a soul-searing gentleness he hadn’t even known he possessed.

“Diego,” she whispered, and he blinked, shocked to find that he had her pressed up against her car. She had her hands beneath his shirt now, one of them resting over his heart, the other low, nearly at the waistband of his jeans. Even as he thought it, her fingers lightly danced over his abs, which quivered at her touch.