His smile came out to play. “Like what you see?”

He was teasing her, and that easygoing side of him was the one she’d once fallen for. “I think we can all agree,” she said to the tailor, “this is the suit.”

“I’ll make the adjustments,” the tailor said with a nod. Removing the measuring tape from around his neck, he stepped close to Diego.

Diego slid him a look that had the poor tailor swallowing hard as he crouched low to measure for the hem.

Daisy shook her head at Diego.

Over the tailor’s head, he grinned. Grinned. Good Lord. He was in flirt mode, lighting up her world like he used to.

The tailor was still crouched in front of Diego, a few pins in his mouth, eyes narrowed in concentration as he fiddled with the fit of the pants.

All while Daisy’s gaze was held prisoner by Diego’s.

“You never answered the question,” he said, tone casual, eyes not at all relaxed.

Did she like what she saw?

She waited until the tailor moved away so that Diego could get out of the suit.

But he didn’t move. He was waiting for an answer.

“You know I do,” she said quietly. “Just as I know you like what you see.”

His smile was real now. “I definitely do. You grew up real nice, Princess. I especially like the new…”

He paused, and she narrowed her eyes. If he said boobs or butt—which were all hers by the way—she was going to have to slug him.

“Confidence.” He cocked his head and studied her. “I think that’s my favorite part.”

And while she was still gaping at him, he turned and walked into the dressing room.

When he came out in his street clothes a few minutes later, he pulled out a credit card for the tailor and looked at Daisy. “I need dinner after that nightmare.”

The tailor looked startled at the nightmare part but finished ringing them up and then let them go with what appeared to be relief.

Diego looked at Daisy.

“I could eat,” she admitted.

They got back onto the bike. Diego handled the evening traffic with ease, and she relaxed against him, letting the long day catch up to her. She was lost in the sensation of his easy strength and warmth and the rumble of the engine when she realized that he’d parked.

In front of Weener Works on the pier.

Weener Works created the best and most original gourmet hotdogs on the planet, and…it’d been their choice of place to eat back when they were together. They had memories here. They’d played pinball here. They’d competed at all the games, in fact, and she’d held her own. They’d made out in the back booth. He’d asked her to be his girlfriend at the front window table…

“Problem?” he asked when she hesitated to get off the bike.

“Nope.” She ordered double cheese fries and a loaded hotdog.

He doubled the order and added a large chocolate milkshake, to go. It was crowded, so while they waited to be served, they hit pinball.