DIESEL POV
I stood by the bike, watching Daisy walk back from the ice cream counter with two cones in her hands and that full, unguarded smile lighting up her face.
That smile. f**k, that was all I wanted — to see it on her every single day.
She stopped in front of me and lifted one cone toward my mouth, head tilted, eyebrows raised in that cute, hopeful way. “Try it,” she said softly.
I didn’t take it from her. I bent down and licked straight from the cone she held, my lips brushing her fingers. The cold sweetness barely registered. All I noticed was how her smile widened, bright and real.
We played a few more games after that. She dragged me to the shooting range machines, laughing when I let her win the first round, then groaning when I destroyed the targets in the second. “Unfair,
