Determinedly quashing the urge to snuggle into him, Della returned her attention to her phone, swiping left on faces, occasionally checking out bios. “I don’t get half these acronyms they use. Like…what’s BDE?”

When he didn’t answer, she looked at him, just catching the bob of his Adam’s apple. His expression left her in little doubt he wished he was anywhere else but here right now.

“It’s okay, Tuck. I’m a big girl.” She wasn’t some nineteenth-century ingenue. “I can deal.”

“It’s…big dick energy.”

Della blinked. What in hell did that mean? Was it a comment on the size of a guy’s package or its stamina? “Okay…think I’m going to need that clarified.”

“It’s a guy who knows what he brings to the table without having to brag about it. So for example, in this case, that guy does not have BDE. If you have to tell people you have it, you don’t have it.”

Della glanced at the picture of twenty-three-year-old Zack. Nothing about him said BDE. Tucker, on the other hand…

“What about—” She searched her memory for some of the shorthand that had been bothering her the last little while. She’d made do without explanation, but since she had a Tinder regular here in the truck with her, why not? “GSOH?”

“Good sense of humor.”

“MBA?”

“Married but available.”

Ugh. Each to their own, but…ugh. “SD?”

“Sugar daddy. Could be single daddy.”

“FBO?”

“Facebook official.”

Della blinked at his rapid-fire responses, impressed. “So you’re…what? The Merriam-Webster of dating acronyms?”

He shrugged. “I pay attention.”

“I was looking at someone’s profile yesterday that said he wasn’t interested in mermaids. I assumed he wasn’t talking about Ariel.”

“Ahh…yup.”

“Because Ariel is awesome.”

“Okay…” Tucker frowned. “Sure.”

“Are you saying Ariel isn’t awesome?”

He glanced at her. “She gave up her voice for some drowned dude she barely knew.”

What? Della gaped at him as he turned his attention back to the road. Well, yeah…she supposed that was true. “I didn’t realize you had opinions on Disney princesses.”

“Sure. Arlo, Drew, and I have regular deep and meaningful conversations about them.”

Her first instinct was to laugh, but Tucker seemed serious. “I don’t think that’s something you should admit out loud.”

He grinned but continued. “Drew’s a Snow White fan, but we’re pretty sure it’s because he has glass-casket envy. Arlo’s more of a Rapunzel fan.”

“Of course he is.”

“No, no. The kickass Tangled one. He loves a chick who can wield a frying pan as a weapon.”

“And you?”

“I’m more of a Mulan guy.”