“Made-up errands? You mean the cake tasting, the suit, the bands?”

“Yeah.” Rocco blew out a breath. “I made those all up. Did you really think we didn’t already have our shit together only a few days before the wedding?”

Diego blinked. “Shit. I don’t know, I know zip about weddings.” He paused, and his gut tightened. “Was Daisy in on it?”

“No,” Rocco said. “She planned a beautiful wedding for us, and then a few months ago, Tyler and I saw an opening, a way to get you home. So, we told her we were scrapping our plans and starting over. We lied to her, saying we were making big, last-minute changes and needed her help.”

Diego stared at him and then Tyler, then he looked back at Rocco. “It was all a ruse?”

“Yeah,” Rocco said. “And you screwed it up.”

Tyler put a hand over Rocco’s and gave a small head shake before turning to Diego. “You didn’t screw it up. At least, not the wedding. The wedding’s all perfectly planned. The Daisy thing, though…”

Diego looked at Rocco. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that she was lonely, and the last person she loved was you. And that I missed you, dammit…”

“He thought he was helping,” Tyler said.

Rocco nodded.

This caused a sigh to escape Diego. “You did,” he admitted.

Rocco met his gaze, his eyes now having some hope in them. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Diego shook his head. “If you hadn’t become a meddling, gossiping, nosy body, I’d never have reconnected with her.”

The look on Rocco’s face was priceless, and Tyler laughed. He laughed so hard he had to sit down. “I’m pretty sure my two-hundred-and-fifty-pound biker badass fiancé has never once in his life been called a meddling, gossiping, nosy body.” Tyler swiped tears of mirth from his face. “Priceless.”

“It’s not fiancé,” Rocco muttered. “After tomorrow at our wedding, it’s husband. I’m going to be your meddling, gossiping, nosy body husband.”

“And I’m looking forward to it, babe,” Tyler said and kissed him.

Diego turned to the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” Rocco asked after breaking off the kiss.

“If you can get your life and shit together,” Diego said, “then so can I.”

He went straight to Daisy’s. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t at her office either. Nor did she answer his embarrassing number of calls and texts. He ended up back at her place and sat outside her door for a few hours before he figured out that she wasn’t coming home.

For a minute, he thought maybe he’d chased her right out of town and back to New York, which would suck and suck hard. But he knew she wouldn’t go anywhere until after the wedding.

* * * *

Daisy had done what she always did when the going got tough. She buried herself in work. Even though she felt as if she’d been run over by a freight train, she headed to the office. Carol took one look at her and said, “You got dumped.”