Daisy held up a finger to the terrified tailor and pulled out her cell. She called Rocco. Normally, she’d talk the groomsman down and put some good sense into him, but in this case, Diego was right.

Although the man could look good in—or out—of anything, she saw his point. The suit didn’t…well, suit him. It was cut for a much smaller, much more slender man. Don’t get her wrong, the way the cut of the pants hugged his world-class ass was something to behold. The shirt, stretched to almost beyond its limits by his shoulders, made her want to lick him from chin to belt buckle and beyond. But…he was clearly uncomfortable, and she had no idea how he was even breathing in that shirt without busting it open at the seams. Since he was the only groomsman, she didn’t see what it would hurt to get him into something that he’d be more comfortable in.

Rocco picked up on the first ring. “Let me guess. He didn’t show.”

“Nope, he’s here. But we’re going to have to go in a different direction for his suit.”

Rocco paused for a weirdly awkward amount of time, almost as if he’d put her on mute to have a conversation with someone. Then he was back. “I trust you and your judgement,” he finally said.

A very unlike Rocco statement.

“Is Tyler there?” Daisy asked.

“Uh…no. Why?”

He was lying. Tyler was there. Which meant that Rocco wasn’t stuck at work tattooing a client that he couldn’t cancel on.

Which also meant they could have been here if they’d wanted.

So…why weren’t they?

“I had a feeling he wouldn’t like the suit,” Rocco said. “That’s why I asked you to go along.”

“Or you could have made sure to be here.”

“Yeah, but that’s why I hired you,” Rocco said smoothly. “Plus, you’re good at managing him.”

She looked across the room and saw Diego standing there in another suit that the tailor had coaxed him into, looking hot as hell. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked softly. “Manage him? Hello, have you met him?” One did not simply manage Diego. Not if one valued their life.

Besides, if she’d had any ability to handle him in any possible way, she’d never have let him go.

And, wow. That thought had Daisy staggering back a few feet to sink into a chair. It took her a few minutes to remember that she knew how to breathe.

She disconnected with Rocco and pushed aside an odd sense of suspicion that she was the one being managed—by the grooms. She moved toward Diego, who was facing the mirror, so she was able to look her fill. “It looks great on you,” she said, sounding a little breathier than she’d like.

She lifted her gaze and found his in the mirror.

His brows rose. “You were just staring at my ass.”

Since there was amusement in his gaze and tone, and since she’d been caught ogling, there was no sense in playing coy. She shrugged. “So?”