Except, he hadn’t been at the bar, and she’d realized as soon as they’d stepped inside The Lumberjack that going ahead with a date she didn’t really want to be on to rub another man’s nose in her love life wasn’t being fair to Bo. And he’d been a total gentleman and completely understanding when she’d told him she hadn’t been honest, that there was someone else.

He’d have been well within his rights to be pissed, but he’d simply smiled, said “Lucky guy,” and dropped her off at home.

And now here she was at four o’clock in the afternoon, with just her dog for company and no prospect of Tucker coming around later and her heart bleeding all over the floor, and she wanted nothing more than to get into her bed and pull the covers over her head.

But she wouldn’t do that ever again.

Getting a grip of herself, she sat, displacing a dozing Betty. Enough tears. She wouldn’t mope or fall into some kind of depression. She’d spent too many years inside her head, and she wouldn’t go there again. Not when she had all the tools she needed to stop that kind of slide, and especially not when she’d been through worse and survived.

She’d get through her first true broken heart, too.

First thing Monday, she would make an extra appointment to see Selena, and in the meantime, she would not sit around feeling sorry for herself.

As if the universe knew she needed a friend, her phone rang. It was Ruth. “Hey,” Della greeted.

“Just ringing to make sure you’re not lying around in a puddle over there?”

Della had caught Ruth up with the ins and outs of her love life—such as it was—at work today, which had included an outburst of tears, so it was very sweet of her to check in. “I’m fine. I’ve decided no more tears.”

“Good. Really good. Now…time to get back on that horse.”

Della laughed. “I might need more than a week.”

“Nope. Absolutely not. The best way to get over a guy is to find another one to have a good time with, and there’s no time like the present. Get back on Tinder. You never know.”

“Tinder? Ugh.” Della had been more than pleased to not have anything to do with the dating app while she and Tucker had been fooling around. Did she really want to go back?

“Yes.”

“I don’t know, Ruth.”

“Look…just see what’s out there. If nothing else, you can get a laugh out of the bios, right? I can come over later and help. I’ll bring wine.”