And maybe if she kept repeating that to herself, she’d learn to actually believe it. “What do you want?”

“The groom just informed me that I’m supposed to go by the tuxedo place for a seven p.m. appointment and get fitted. And that I’m not allowed to go alone.”

Daisy laughed. Hard to believe after the day she’d had and the messy tangle of emotions he caused within her, but she laughed so hard she snorted.

“Please, have fun with this at my expense,” he said dryly.

“Oh, I am.” She managed to get a hold of herself. “Rocco’s probably worried you’ll skip the fitting and attend the wedding in jeans and motorcycle boots. Why can’t he go with you?”

“He’s got a tattoo client.”

“Hmm,” she said. “And Tyler?”

“With an interior decorating client.”

As she had yesterday, she got an odd feeling. It just wasn’t like either of the grooms to miss appointments like this. Both of them were invested and would want to be there to see Diego’s suit for the wedding.

“So? Are you coming with me or not?”

“I wasn’t aware you’d actually asked me to come,” she said, wanting to hear him do just that.

“Will you pretty please come?” he asked, voice low and husky and…dammit.

Note to self: not quite ready for primetime bantering with Diego. “The pact…”

“This is part of our promise to Rocco, Princess,” he said. The use of her old nickname had her smile fading, replaced by memories that softened her into a boneless heap of hormones.

“I’m busy,” she said. “I’m at work.”

“Take a dinner break. Hell, I’ll even feed you.”

“I’m in the middle of something.”

“I’m sure your boss will understand. Everyone’s entitled to a break, especially on a long day like you’ve put in.”

“My boss understands no such thing,” she said. “And how do you know I’m putting in a long day?”

“Is there another reason you’re grumpy?”

Yes. Memories of Diego had kept Daisy up all night. Memories of him moving over her in bed, his eyes locked with hers, both of them lost in each other… “Never mind,” she said. “I’ll meet you there.”

“I’m outside waiting for you.”

She gaped at her phone. “How did you know you’d convince me to go with you?”

“Because you love Rocco and Tyler, remember? And you’re bossy and controlling. You want to make sure I get into a damn tux.”

Dammit. Because, one…true. And two, just the thought of him in a tux had her head swimming. “I’ll be right down.”

Five minutes later, she was standing on the sidewalk gawking at him on the Harley, looking…well, edible to be honest.

“Get on,” he said and held out a helmet.

She quivered with excitement that she didn’t want to admit. The last time she’d been on a bike had been with him. Hell, the only time she’d been on a motorcycle had been with Diego. And sometimes, even now, she dreamed about it. About the power of the machine beneath her, the strength of the man she’d wrapped herself around to be her anchor. The wind in her face. Her inner thighs snuggled up to the outside of his. The heightened sense of thrill and awareness and desire and hunger pounding through her as they took the open road…