“What did you do?” Rocco asked.

“I thought she was going back to New York,” Diego said, lifting a shoulder. “Acted like a dick.”

Tyler clucked his tongue. “It runs in the family.”

“I’d say I’m insulted, but…” Rocco reached out for Tyler’s hand. “It’s totally true.” He met Diego’s gaze. “Tell us everything.”

“Things were…good,” Diego said. “I thought we were going to get together and make it work this time. She asked if I was going to move back here—”

“And?” Rocco asked, leaning forward, eyes sharp. “What did you say?”

Diego shrugged.

“What does that mean?” Rocco asked.

“I said I’d stay…for her.”

“But not for me?” Rocco asked.

Tyler gave Rocco a long look.

“Right,” Rocco said. “This isn’t about me. Go on.”

“This morning, I saw an incoming email of hers,” Diego said. “About a job and an apartment waiting for her in New York.”

“Don’t tell me,” Tyler said. “You pulled the asshole card and made assumptions.”

Diego didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. He was sure the answer was all over his face.

Rocco shook his head in disgust. “Rookie.”

“Hey, you don’t get to talk to me about this,” Diego said, pointing at him.

Rocco knocked Diego’s finger away from his face. “And why the fuck not?”

“Are you kidding me?” Diego asked. “You left me. You fucking flew off to a tropical beach and got laid—” He slid Tyler an apologetic look. “No offense.”

“None taken, honey.”

Diego nodded and went back to Rocco. “And you never came back.”

“I apologized for that,” Rocco said quietly, sincerely.

“I know. And I’m over it. I am,” Diego insisted. “But Dad left me. Mom left me. And I just watched the only woman I’ve ever loved walk out the door. And I get it. It’s not the people in my life. It’s me.” He stood up.

Rocco did the same, catching his brother at the door, spinning him back to face him, giving him a shake. “It’s not you.” In a surprise move, he pulled Diego into him for a hard hug. “It’s not you,” he said again fiercely.

Diego let out a rough breath but found he couldn’t draw another one in because of Rocco’s grip.

“Babe, please don’t accidentally suffocate our best man,” Tyler said. “Now, both of you, come back and sit down. Eat.”

And what Tyler wanted, Tyler got. They sat. They ate. And after, Diego looked at Rocco. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” Rocco asked innocently.

“Whatever it is you still haven’t told me. It’s got to be big, given that you’ve managed to keep a secret.”

“Hey, I can keep a secret.”

Both Diego and Tyler laughed.

“Fine,” Rocco said. “It’s about the prewedding stuff you’ve been handling for us with Daisy…”

“Yeah? You need something else?”

Tyler put a hand to his heart. “That you’d even ask right now is precious. But, no. We’ve got a confession.” He looked at Rocco.

Who grimaced with…guilt?

“We’ve been trying to get you and Daisy speaking again,” Tyler said. “That’s why we kept throwing you two together for all those made-up errands. Because near as we can tell, neither of you have been happy in a long time.”