Annika blew out a breath. “Yeah, right. He just doubled down and tried to say I was jealous of his success or some such bullshit.”

“Arrogant piece of—”

“It’s okay.” Annika looked out the window at the skyscraper-dotted view. “I mean, what else is he going to say, you know? He probably can’t even sleep at night. I couldn’t, if I was responsible for breaking three hundred thousand hearts and profiting off of all that pain. That’s right—apparently they’ve had three hundred thousand successful breakups, if you can even call them that. Their app is getting insanely popular, June. It’s not good.”

June made loyal gagging sounds, even though Annika had rehashed her “Hudson Craft is the devil” speech about twenty-seven times a day over the past eight months.

Annika turned to her laptop and scrolled halfheartedly through her spam folder. “What the hell.”

“What?”

“There’s an email here from a beta tester. It went to my spam folder.”

“Shit, really?”

“I am so firing our web developer.”

“Are you still using him?”

“No, but … whatever. He’s not getting any repeat business when we get our cash flow problems resolved. So many spam emails come to my inbox and the emails I actually want to see are going into the spam folder!” Annika looked up at June. “You know what the problem is? Men. All our problems can be traced back to men.”

“Men,” June agreed, rolling her eyes. “That reminds me, I went on that date last night?”

“Oh, the—um—the hedge fund manager?” Annika said, only half listening as she skimmed the missed email.

“Yep, Hedgefund Harry. Ugh.” June began to tidy up her work surface, like she always did before getting down to coding. Baby Yoda got a prized spot right next to her second screen. “So he got there twenty-five minutes late, just as I was leaving. He looked me up and down and was like ‘Whoa. If I knew you were this hot, I would’ve shown up on time. You need to update your Tinder photo, babe.’”

Annika shuddered. “Ew.”

“Where do I find these total tools?”

“Um, Tinder?”

“Right! Why do I keep using Tinder?”

Annika sighed. “Because you don’t want to end up a no-life, loveless loser like me?”

“You’re not a no-life, loveless loser.”

Annika leaned back in her chair. “Really? Then how come every guy I’ve ever loved has dumped me without a second thought?”

“You know what you need to do.”

“Yeah, I know, I know, but I can’t just date around like you. Hookups are not my thing. Love is my thing.” June opened her mouth to argue, but Annika was already distracted by the new beta tester’s email. “Hey, should we put this guy on the calendar? Have him come in and work with OLLI?”

June came over and read the email over her shoulder.