“You let me worry about Arlo.” She waggled the cell phone at him again. “Which one.”

He frowned, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. “They’re both fine.”

Della blinked. “Gee…thanks.” She’d gone from feeling invisible to feeling like a sack of potatoes.

“What do you want me to say, Della?”

He sounded crotchety, which made Della crotchety. “I want to know what you think. As a man. Would you swipe right on this face?”

He sighed. “Della.”

“Tucker.” She stared him down because he was giving her that you-know-I-don’t-think-of-you-like-that look and it made her madder. “You are a man, aren’t you? Surely you have an opinion?”

Saying Tucker Daniels was a man was like saying water was wet. He was the very definition of a man. He was a man’s man. He was a manly man. Della would bet her last nickel that if she opened the dictionary to the word man, Tucker’s face would be there.

“Why do you want to join Tinder?”

“To meet men. To get a life.”

“Okay, sure.” He nodded. “But have you thought about another platform? Like eHarmony, maybe?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m twenty-five, not fifty-five.”

“Yeah, but you’re probably not going to find a guy to get serious about on Tinder. It’s for people who want to keep things more…casual.”

Yes. Exactly. She didn’t know if she could pull it off, but she sure as hell wanted to try.

“Well, that’s good, because I’m only after casual.”

“Oh.” His brows drew together. “You are?”

“Yes.” Della didn’t bother to hide her exasperation. “Look…I got married young, and that was…well, you know what that was. I missed out on a lot. I didn’t get to date and experiment and just have some fun playing the field. I’m not after anything serious. I’m not after a relationship. I don’t want to settle down. Ever. I’m done with all that.”

The truth was, she was just too…damaged for happily ever afters. She’d been working with Selena, her psychotherapist, to slay her demons, but there were some things that were too big. How exactly was she going to settle down, maybe have a family, when she couldn’t even turn the light out to go to sleep? What man was going to want to be with a woman who needed a night-light?

She’d already come to terms with the fact that a serious relationship wasn’t in her future. In fact, she was fine with it. So Tinder was perfect.

“When I say casual, what I mean is…well, basically, it’s a…hookup app.”

He was looking at her like she was a particularly dense toddler to whom he was teaching the alphabet. “I know that. I’m not an idiot.”

“Okay.”