“Huh. Sorry, honey. Wedding brain. I can’t keep a thought in my head. Is there a problem?”

Daisy looked up into Diego’s eyes. Once upon a time, he’d been able to read her like a book, and the skill was coming back to him. Like getting on a bike. She was thinking, yeah, she had a problem, and its name was Diego. He smiled.

She rolled her eyes. “No problem,” she told Rocco and disconnected. “Let’s get this over with.”

The first venue was a restaurant and bar on the wharf, with a deck that was suspended over the water. It was packed. The band was playing top hits from the ’80s, and they were good enough that when Daisy started moving to the beat with a tantalizing, hopeful smile, Diego took her hand and led her out to the dance floor.

As he remembered all too well, she could move. And watching her lose herself in the fun and the music loosened him up in a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It made him feel like he’d been drinking. Unable to resist, he tugged her to him when a slow song came on, and they moved together as one.

“Miss this,” he murmured against her ear, the words escaping without conscious thought.

“San Francisco?”

“You.”

She stared up at him with those big eyes.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’d like to think you missed me,” she said. “As much as you’d miss, say, a limb.”

He smiled. “How do you know I didn’t?”

Biting her lower lip, she rolled her eyes, whether at herself or him, he had no idea. “I know.”

His smile vanished. “You’re wrong. I missed you more than I’d miss a limb. I missed you with my entire being.”

“I missed you, too,” she finally whispered. “Even when I was still angry and hurt, I missed you.” She hesitated. “A lot.”

“Daisy…” Pulling her in a little tighter, he ran a hand up her spine and into her hair, wrecked at the thought of how much he’d hurt her. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to desert you. I had no idea—"

She put a finger over his lips. “We talked it out. I get it. It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize again. I mean…” Her tone lightened. “Unless you do something else stupid enough to warrant an apology.”

Warmth filled a hole in his chest that he didn’t even realize he had. “I don’t plan on it.”

“Good to know.”

He held her close through the slow song. “Rocco and I talked.”

Daisy looked up at him in surprise, clearly hopeful that he and his brother had worked things out, which touched him in ways he hadn’t known he could be touched.

He nodded. “We’re going to be okay.” He paused. “He wants me to stay in San Francisco and help him run The Canvas Shop. I could also get a job with Jake at the marina.”

Her gaze briefly skittered away. “Is that something you’d want to do? Stay?”