Rocco looked at Diego with a half-smile and some worry in his eyes.

He should be a helluva lot more than worried.

Tyler, who Diego had never met, came out of his chair and moved around the table. And then he wrapped Diego up in a hug. The guy was a foot shorter than Diego, but that didn’t deter him one bit. He just gave Diego a warm squeeze as if they were old friends and then pulled back—leaving his hands on Diego’s arms—as he smiled up into his face. “You’re as gorg as the pics promised,” he said. “Nice to finally meet you. Won’t you sit? We’ve ordered, I hope you don’t mind. But Daisy’s on a lunch break from her office and has limited time today.”

And then, somehow—Diego would never know how—Tyler gently nudged him into his chair, fussing over him a moment and making sure he had his water and napkin.

Tyler then turned and did the same to Rocco, letting his hands linger. “Darling, you too. Let’s sit. Let’s toast. Let’s lunch. Let’s have our little chitchat to clear the air, it’ll all be good.”

Diego’s brother took a deep breath and nodded. Downed a glass of something that was most definitely not champagne. He started to speak but stopped, then swore beneath his breath and rubbed his eyes.

“He’s all verklempt,” Tyler explained to Diego.

Diego nodded. Same. “So…this wasn’t a wedding planning lunch,” he said, wishing he had more than a glass of water in front of him. “It’s what? An intervention?”

Daisy met Diego’s gaze for the first time. Her eyes were still slay-me gray, framed by inky black lashes that drew a man in like she was the only warm haven in a world gone mad. “Diego,” she said softly.

“Daisy.” Hey, look at that. His voice sounded perfectly calm. Casual. Not at all like his heart was about to pound right out of his chest. The heart she’d once slayed.

“Diego.” She didn’t seem surprised to see him. As for what her thoughts might be, she kept them damn well hidden, though her voice when she spoke trembled a bit. “Thanks for coming,” she said, like this was a normal thing and not the first time they’d seen each other in ten years. “We’re all just hoping you and Rocco can talk out any…issues so we can make sure things are smooth for the wedding.”

Her voice was still quiet but husky, just as it used to be, the same tone that had given him more sexual fantasies than any other.

But these days, he no longer thought about her. At least, not that he’d admit. “And you’re here…why?”

“Because I asked her,” Rocco said.

At his older brother’s words, Diego cocked his head but didn’t take his eyes off Daisy. “Because…?”

“She’s our wedding planner,” Tyler said smoothly, waving down a waiter and signaling for more wine. “The best in the business.”

Daisy smiled at Tyler and then turned back to Diego. “It’s nice to see you.”