“I know. And thank you,” Tyler said. “He was a bit of a dick, but he was my brother. And I’d do anything, anything to have Ian at this wedding stuff. That isn’t going to happen.”

“Are you saying that this dick is alive and therefore should get himself an attitude adjustment?” Diego asked with a small smile.

“I try very hard not to tell heteros what to do. They don’t seem to appreciate it.”

Diego had to laugh. Hell if he didn’t admire the guy. “Noted.”

Chapter 6

Daisy was ten minutes late to work, and she had no one to blame but herself—and the fact that she’d had an unintended sleepover.

Wherein there’d not been a lot of actual sleeping.

Just the thought gave her a body shiver of the very best kind as she rushed into the office wearing yesterday’s clothes and possibly a well-satisfied smile. She’d noticed it while trying to wrangle her hair into a knot on top of her head, but she hadn’t been able to get rid of the expression.

A side effect of man-made orgasms that she’d nearly forgotten about.

She rushed directly into a meeting that had already started, ignoring the long, unhappy gaze Carol sent her. After the meeting, in which they’d discussed an upcoming charity event at the opera house ad nauseam while Daisy did her best to stay awake, Carol asked her to hang back.

When it was just the two of them in the conference room, Carol’s brows rose.

“What?”

“You were late.”

“Ten minutes, yes,” Daisy said. “I’m terribly sorry, but it was a first-time offense that won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t.” Carol got to her feet. “And you do realize you’re wearing yesterday’s clothes.”

If Carol had been hoping for an explanation, she wasn’t going to get one.

When Daisy remained mute regarding the comment, Carol shook her head. “The future head of this company doesn’t do walks of shame into morning meetings. Am I clear?”

“I’m not doing a walk of shame,” Daisy said. And she meant it. She didn’t consider her sex life shameful. Nor was it up for public consumption. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, as you know, I’ve got a lot on my plate.”

* * * *

That night, Daisy was at home, once again in PJs and eating ice cream straight from the tub when there came a knock at her door.

She froze, wooden spoon loaded and halfway to her mouth because she didn’t have to wonder who was on the other side. Her suddenly perky nipples told her.

Damn. Why had she already showered and removed her armor-slash-mascara? Why was she wearing Hello Kitty PJs? Why couldn’t she be in her Wonder Woman set?

Daisy remained still for a moment, waiting to see if maybe he’d go away, so she didn’t have to face last night’s stupid transgression.

He knocked again. Dammit. He wasn’t going away. Daisy sucked down the ice cream on her spoon before heading to the door, half of her brain trying to find ways to delay, the other half trying to make her legs move faster.