Asking for Trouble
Who better to play wingman to a girl getting her groove back than a smoking-hot cowboy? Find out in the third book in the Credence, Colorado series.
A Credence, Colorado Romance Series, Book 3
By Amy Andrews
After three years in Credence trying to fade into the background, Della Munroe is sick of being invisible. She's ready to take back control. To live a little. Hell, she's ready to see what this dating fuss is all about. And if that means she has to download Tinder and date every guy in Colorado, then she's up for it.
After her first disastrous attempt, she decides navigating online dating would be better with a wingman, and there's no better person for it than Tucker Daniels. After all, he is a man. And he owns a bar, which practically makes him a relationship expert. He's also her older brother's best friend. Yes, she may have the teeniest tiny inconvenient crush on him, but he's always had her back.
Tucker Daniels would rather eat broken glass than watch Della go out with a bunch of douchebag dudes only out for one thing. Unfortunately, he's never been able to say no to her, and before he knows it, Tucker's not only vetting her dates—he's teaching her to drive, helping her move out, and buying her a puppy!
But when Della wants him to tutor her in more intimate arts, he freaks out. Because this little sister is strictly off-limits, and saying yes to Della is asking for a whole lot of trouble.
"I love small town romance and Asking For Trouble certainly made for entertaining reading." --Erin Lewis, Goodreads
"Asking For Trouble is a fantastic contemporary romance by Amy Andrews. Ms. Andrews has provided readers with a well-written book populated with a stellar cast of characters. Kudos to Ms. Andrews for dialog and humor she wove through this story." --Deb Diem, Goodreads
"A healing, "Della Get's Her Groove Back" romance. Although Asking For Trouble covers some heavier topics than the past Credence books, it is still an excellent read and makes me crave more!" --Kay Daniels, Goodreads
Series: A Credence, Colorado Romance, Book 3
Genre: contemporary, cowboys, holiday romances
Tropes: forbidden love/off limits, overcoming odds
By Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews May 01, 2020
Asking for Trouble is an exceptional story which takes a sensitive subject of sexual/physical abuse, written with a nice balance of humor and seriousness, so one can enjoy a survivor's path to love and happiness. For the last three years Della Munroe has slowly recovered from an abusive marriage and ...more
By Helen April 28, 2020
I am loving this series, MS Andrews knows how to write a sexy, fun story that is sure to make any reader smile and sigh she has it down pat, and this one is so good, I chuckled, smiled and needed a fan as Della and Tucker learn a lot on their teacher, student journey to love, happiness and a fabulou ...more
By Alison May 02, 2020
So difficult to decide how to categorise this novel.
Della was rescued from an abusive marriage by her half-brother, Credence Colorado's policeman Arlo. She has spent the last three years living in his shadow and having therapy and finally she feels she might be ready to start dating.
Arlo's best frie ...more
By Amanda April 21, 2020
[I received a digital copy from Netgalley for an honest review}
Asking for Trouble is the third standalone book in the Credence, Colorado series by Amy Andrews. This romance has just the right combination of sweet and heat that I look for in a western romance.
Della has a lot of dark baggage ad she ha ...more
By Cali May 01, 2020
Highly entertaining, heartwarming and emotionally thrilling journey filled with engaging charters, witty dialog, heart racing twists and undeniable passion. Really enjoyed this down home, sweetly emotional adventure.Great read from beginning to end. ...more
By Sofie August 13, 2020
I really liked this romance between Tucker (the bartender in the town bar and Della's brother Arlo's best friend) and Della who had a very bad childhood and a horrible marriage behind her.
Della was rescued by Arlo and brought to live with him two years before this story starts.
And she is now starti ...more
By Rochelle April 27, 2020
Loved this story. A perfect escape for the times right now. Loved Della and Tucker. After getting about of a bad relationship, Della is ready to date again but she is not having a good time at it so she asks Tucker for help. Loved their chemistry. He was really patient with her due to her past and i ...more
By Dayang May 08, 2020
4⭐️
This is the third book from the Credence, Colorado series by Ms. Amy Andrews. This is Della and Tucker's story. The blurb got me hooked that's why I signed up to read and review this one.
This started very slow for me and didn't get exciting until the about 60% in. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a hu ...more
By Ayekah April 23, 2020
The song You Can Leave Your Hat On kept looping though my brain while reading yet another fantastic story from one of my favorite fictional places Credence, Colorado. Where the men outnumber the women and it's small town yum at it's finest! Pull up a barstool and sit next to me at Jack's so we can w ...more
By Elaine April 27, 2020
What a fun but very steamy read this proved to be! It is packed with humour from the very start and had my laughing out loud at so many of the incidents.
Credence, Colorado has a lot more men than women living there so you'd assume that Della Munroe wouldn't find it hard to find someone to at least d ...more
By Paula May 04, 2020
I'm still mooning over this and so sad that it's over!!! I'm in complete love with this series, with this book, with this author. I need suggestions on what to read next from her and I desperately need Winona's and Arlo's story!!!
Did you just read all that? Do I need to say anything else? Ok, I'll s ...more
By Erin April 15, 2020
4 Star Review Asking For Trouble (Credence, Colorado #3) by Amy Andrews
Amy Andrews is a relatively new author to me and I have to ask myself why that is. This is Della Munroe and Tucker Daniels's story and was heart warming.
Having been rescued from an abusive marriage, Della is finally ready to st ...more
By Pelusa May 04, 2020
I think that after the previous books this one was my favorite. Della was saved from an abusive marriage from her brother Arlo-though you cant really say saved because the poor girl really suffered. I was so proud of Della having come from such horrible circumstances she picks herself up and decides ...more
By Isha April 28, 2020
Asking for Trouble by: Amy Andrews
Andrews has a talent for telling it like is. With a laugh out loud presentation and a strong dose of common sense, Della and Tucker take a long awaited fantasy for a realistic spin. Asking For Trouble is over the top enough to provide some long needed escape and ...more
By angelareadsbooks June 29, 2020
I just finished Asking for Trouble by @amyandrewsbooks tonight and 🥵🥵🥵🥵. I need some sweet tea to cool down from this one. I have now read all three books in this series and love them all for different reasons. But this one might be my favorite. Tucker is such a sweet cinnamon character. And I loved ...more
By Deb April 28, 2020
Asking For Trouble is a fantastic contemporary romance by Amy Andrews. Ms. Andrews has provided readers with a well-written book populated with a stellar cast of characters. Kudos to Ms. Andrews for dialog and humor she wove through this story. Della has decided it's time to find a man and is joinin ...more
By B-Books Review April 28, 2020
What a good book! It was super entertained and informative. Even though is treated with care, be aware that there is some triggers topics such as domestic abuse and violence. I got emotional in some parts, but had so much fun reading Della's and Tucker's story.
If you don't love Tucker by the end of ...more
By Jennifer May 17, 2020
*I received this book free from the author.*
Tucker is in love with his best friends younger sister. He won't admit to anyone, let alone himself.
"Talking about bases with my friend's little sister? I'd rather set fire to the bar."
Della had a hard childhood and then an awful marriage. Her half-brother ...more
By Claire April 27, 2020
This is the third book in the Credence, Colorado series, I read Nothing But Trouble (#1) this time last year and thoroughly enjoyed it, so it came as no surprise that this was just as enjoyable.
Asking For Trouble deals with the repercussions of domestic abuse, by a parent and by a husband.
Della has ...more
By Bookish April 18, 2020
Thank you @entangled_publishing for gifting me an ecopy of this in trade for my honest opinion!
I'm gonna start out by saying that this cover cracks me up! It's not something I would typically read, but I had to find out what "Mr Howdy Ma'am" was all about. My Bestie and I have been in a few giggle f ...more
By Cathy April 29, 2020
Asking for Trouble by Amy Andrews
Credence, Colorado #3
A woman who with issues to overcome
A man who acts as wingman
And after awhile...more
Will they realize what they could have
Or let it all blow away…
Della is ready to move on with her life. She had a rough four years of marriage, was saved by a brot ...more
By Alyssa April 13, 2020
Asking for Trouble by Amy Andrews is a great, sweet and steamy escape. Della and Tucker were just what I needed right now, and it was the perfect time to lose myself in their story.
After escaping an abusive marriage three years ago, Della recovered in her new home of Credence, Colorado. Her brother ...more
By Tara April 27, 2020
I have wanted more of these characters since they were introduced and I was not disappointed. Tucker and Della both had valid points for not wanting to admit their feelings, but there were times when I wanted to scream because of the way they were acting. The horrors that Della lived through were he ...more
By Courtney May 01, 2020
This book contains descriptions of physical and sexual abuse in one of the character's past relationships. Could easily be triggering for some people.
While I think a content warning is necessary both on sites of sale and within the book itself, this was an engaging and delightful read. Della is a be ...more
Amy is an award-winning, best-selling Aussie author who has written sixty plus contemporary romances. She is a USA Today best-seller who writes books featuring lots of sex and kissing. She likes to make her readers tingle, laugh and sigh. She loves good books, frequent travel and great booze although she'll take mediocre booze if there's nothing else. At sixteen she met a guy she knew she was going to marry and she did and they're still living out their HEA! They have two grown kids who've flown the nest but still ring her for advice and recipes. She lives on acreage in a sunny part of Australia with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany. Sign-up for her newsletter at: http://www.amyandrews.com.au/newsletter.html
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Della Munroe hadn't known it was possible to become a virgin again. And then she'd moved to Credence and discovered just how wrong a woman could be. Between her overprotective brother and every single citizen wrapping her in Bubble Wrap, she was going to die in this town with her hymen fully regrown.
Yes, a few years ago she'd have been happy to never have sex again. Yes, the three years since had been an emotional roller coaster of recovery. And yes, she was probably always going to have some hang-ups.
But…didn't people with hang-ups also deserve a sex life?
At twenty-five, being horny was a revelation. She vaguely remembered what it felt like before her libido had turned to dust. But ever since the Credence municipal council had sent out a nationwide invitation, via Facebook, to single women to come and set up home here last summer, there was just something in the air.
She'd been in Annie's on New Year's Eve when local rancher Joshua Grady had declared his feelings for New York artist Suzanne St. Michelle. They'd looked at each other with so much love—but also so much heat—it had stirred something long forgotten inside her body.
A crushing kind of yearning for something she'd never had but she wanted.
Something more primal.
She'd wanted a man to look at her like that. Like he wanted to devour her and it was only the rules of polite society that were stopping him from sweeping her up in his arms and taking her somewhere private.
Della's ex had guarded her like a junkyard dog. Like she was property. She wanted a man who treated her like she was number one on his to-do list.
Which is why she was joining Tinder.
She needed to cast a broader net, and going to Denver every other week for her shrink sessions gave her the perfect opportunity. There were plenty of men in Denver, so Tinder made sense. Because one thing was for sure, she wasn't going to find anyone here in Credence. Thanks to Arlo—said overprotective brother—who also just so happened to be the local police chief, nobody in this town, where men dramatically outnumbered women, was looking in her direction.
In Credence, Colorado, her hymen, it seemed, was holy.
Arlo brought her to Credence because she'd been lost and hadn't known where to go, who to turn to, or who to trust. She'd had no money, no family or even friends to speak of. She'd had nothing but the clothes on her back. She'd been scared and alone, and she'd wanted as far away from her old life as possible.
But three years later, things were so much better. She was so much better. Thanks to therapy, she'd come a long way. Was it so wrong to want to lead a normal life?
Pushing open the heavy doors to The Lumberjack—or Jack's, as it was known around town—Della took a moment to let the warmth seep into her bones. It might be bright sunshine out there, but they were having a bitterly cold February in eastern Colorado.
Shutting her eyes, she let the familiar glow of neon and that wonderfully beery smell she'd come to associate with Jack's envelop her like a great bit ol'hug. Every bit of her was cold, but this place felt like a hot tub on the ski slopes.
On a satisfied sigh, she opened her eyes, only to meet the whiskey-gold depths of Tucker Daniels's gaze taking her to another place entirely.
To the jungle. To the equator. To the center of a volcano.
To hometown hero and ex–Bronco quarterback Wade Carter's wedding a few months ago, when Tucker had been in a dark suit and tie and so damn…she didn't even know what…everything, and she'd been thinking about Tinder ever since.
He was behind the bar, as usual, and for a few beats suspended in time, their eyes locked. Tucker Daniels was a looker, there was no denying. He was tall and broad and built. Not in a gym-junkie way or in the lean athleticism of a runner. The kind of build that comes with big bones, a large frame, and lugging around kegs of beer. Solid slabs of muscles packed in around arms and thighs and the scaffolding of his torso.
More lumberjack—appropriate, really—than Mr. Universe.
His sandy-blond hair was short all over with a slight crinkle. It was usually longer—shaggier and less kempt—the crinkle tending to curls. But he'd cut it for the wedding and kept it that way, and she couldn't decide which way she liked it better. Short was hot in a first responder, Action Man, yes ma'am kind of way. Longer was hot in a Greek god, you-know-nothing-Jon-Snow kind of way.
On another man it might have looked girly. But on this guy it worked because, basically, he was all hot. Especially his mouth. Just looking at that mouth made her ears warm. And when he smiled, it was punctuated on either side by two perfect dimples.
Not that he was smiling now.
He tended to be more contained around her, circumspect and polite—teeth-achingly polite—whenever she pushed through his doors. Also, a little guarded. Despite that, he, of all Arlo's friends, had been the one to treat her most like a fully-grown adult with complete agency over her life. Especially that first difficult year, when she'd sat herself down on his barstool—a little too often—looking for some alcoholic fortification.
He'd poured but hadn't pushed, as if he understood there were many ways to slay demons.
Which made the fact she had a…crush on him even more sad and pathetic. They were never going to happen. He was one of her brother's closest friends. That made him so far out of her orbit he might as well have been Pluto. The man just didn't look at her like that.
Tinder. She really needed to go on Tinder.
Della started the de-layering process, dragging off the bright pink pussy hat that had been knitted for her by Mrs. Winchester from the old folks' home. Della had tried to tell the skilled knitter that the hats were more about protest than warmth, but she'd insisted, and Della hadn't had the heart not to wear it to and from work every day.
No wonder her head felt like a block of ice by the time she'd walked home.
She stuffed the hat in her coat pocket, along with the thick lamb's wool–lined gloves. Her scarf was next. It had been knitted by another one of the oldies, a Mr. Curran, who only knew how to knit one, purl one but was prolific with it because he appreciated how the activity kept his arthritic old hands warmed up.
Della unwound it, then shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it and the scarf on the rack just inside the door. All that remained was the dark green scrubs she wore to work and the white Henley she wore underneath her top to keep her arms warm. She wouldn't ordinarily wear her work clothes to Jack's, but it was on her way home and it'd been too damn cold to continue, especially when she was coming straight back to meet her friends Molly and Marley anyway.
Yeah, she was a little early, but she had things to be getting on with—like Tinder.
Jack's was pretty much deserted at three on a Thursday afternoon. There were some people out back playing pool, because she could hear the click of the balls over the low croon of Zac Brown Band on the jukebox, but no one was at the bar or in the booths.
It was just her. And Tucker.
Her stomach gave a little flip, and, for a nanosecond, Della contemplated grabbing a booth, but she dismissed the idea immediately. Making him walk over to her when the place was completely empty would be weird.
And besides, Tucker could help her with the Tinder thing.
He acknowledged her presence with a head nod as she sat, his gaze flicking to her hat hair for a quick moment. It probably looked like she'd been attacked by a flock of angry birds, and Della patted it self-consciously.
"What'll it be?"
For some reason—maybe the fact she was thinking about him in that suit again or his quick, dismissive once-over of her hair—his polite facade ticked her off more than it had ever done.
His polite, brotherly facade.
The man looked at her like she was some distant cousin that he tolerated because she was family. Whereas her heart always beat just a little bit faster whenever Tucker was nearby.
Exactly like it was now.
"Strawberry daiquiri." Jack's never used to serve pink froufrou drinks, but Tucker had put them on the menu when the women had come to town thanks to that Facebook campaign.
With no further comment, he set about fixing her drink, and Della was tempted to watch and enjoy the shift of pecs and biceps beneath the firm stretch of his shirt and the way his worn, faded Levi's hugged his hips. But she didn't need to add any more fuel to the bonfire of horny raging in her loins.
She opened her phone and downloaded the Tinder app instead.
By the time Tucker had returned with her drink, Della was trying to decide on her profile picture. She wasn't exactly flush with choices. She was probably the only millennial on the planet who wasn't on Facebook, and she wasn't much of a selfie taker. There were a few she could use, but she didn't think any of them were Tinder-worthy.
Which begged the question—what was Tinder-worthy? What kind of picture interested guys? Something that showcased her big, friendly smile, or something sultry? Lipstick and tumbled-down hair with the top two buttons of her shirt undone? She didn't have one of those, but she supposed she could take one. Or get Marley or Molly to take it, anyway? After they'd magicked up some kind of Fairy Godmother makeover.
Even the thought of posing for something like that gave Della a delicious kind of thrill in places best not thought about while in the company of Credence's hottie bartender.
"One strawberry daiquiri." Hottie bartender set the creation down.
Della glanced at him speculatively. Tucker was a guy. Ignoring the drink, she scrolled to the images stored in her camera. "Which picture do you prefer?" She held up the phone. "This one?"
The picture on the screen was a selfie that Arlo had taken of both of them mucking around. She was mid–belly laugh. After giving him a couple of seconds to view it, she scrolled to the second choice. "Or this one?"
It was a candid shot snapped at work. She'd been feeding Mr. Weiner his lunch and had obviously zoned out for a moment, her stare fixed somewhere in the distance.
It was very…Mona Lisa.
"I'm using it as a profile pic," she said, toggling between the two.
Della sighed, exasperated. "Does it matter?"
"Of course. If it's for an employment profile, I'd go for number two. If it's for Instagram, I'd advise number one. Maybe crop your brother's ugly mug out of it, though."
He sent her a wisp of a smile, and Della's mouth curved upward, despite her annoyance at his complete indifference to her as a woman. "It's for Tinder."
"Tinder?"
His voice was carefully neutral, as were his features, but Della had studied Tucker's face often enough to know when he was alarmed. She nodded. "I've just joined."
"Oh, okay…" He nodded with a forced kind of casualness. "How'd Arlo take that?"
Della stiffened. She'd cut Arlo a lot of slack since that terrible day he'd found her three years ago. Thanks to family secrets, they'd only met for the first time a few days beforehand, but he'd swooped in and taken charge of the situation. Given the state of her and what had gone down, she'd been grateful for her newfound brother's intervention and protection. Grateful for him providing it every day since.
Arlo's steady shielding had given Della the space and time she'd needed to work through all her stuff, of which there had been a mountain. But now that her wings were aching to stretch? It was becoming a bit too much.
And she really needed to have a conversation with her brother.
"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?"
"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."
Della snatched the phone back at his okay, which sounded a little too judgy for her liking. "What business is it of yours if I want to hook up with every man in the continental United States?" She clicked on the Mona Lisa picture, and it uploaded. "I have needs, too, Tucker."
His whiskey eyes searched hers for a long, drawn-out moment. He looked like he wanted to clap his hands over his ears and chant la-la-la-not-listening. Damn it. She hadn't meant to be so…forthright, but she did have needs.
"Of course." The way he swallowed betrayed the calm in his voice. "But you know there won't be anybody around here on Tinder, right? Folks in these parts believe in old-fashioned courting. Dinner and a movie. Opening car doors. Holding hands. Chaste good-night kisses on the cheek. Not hookup apps and one-night stands."
Della didn't think for a moment she'd find anyone from Credence on the app, but Denver was a different story, and she was just about to tell Tucker exactly that when the registration process completed and the first potential Tinder match appeared on her screen.
She blinked at it incredulously. Tucker freaking Daniels.
He was a few years younger, and his hair was the full Botticelli angel, but it was definitely him. Her heart did its silly speeding-up thing just looking at the image. The location down at the bottom told her he was less than one mile away.
"Apparently not all folks," Della said, showing him his image.
Tucker's face contorted into a series of double takes. He reached for the phone, then abandoned the idea, grabbing his instead. "I thought I'd paused it," he muttered as he swiped at his screen.
Della read out his very brief bio. "I aim to please." God…the ambiguity of that was delicious. With the devil riding her, she hit the little green heart on the screen to confirm a match.
Tucker scowled at her as she picked up the daiquiri glass, the condensation cool and wet against the pads of her fingers, and took a sip.
"I used it a year ago, when I was in New York," he said. Like he owed her some kind of explanation. "There." He threw his phone down on the bar. "Paused."
"And did you hold many hands?" Della kept her voice sweet, even though she was beset with images of confident city women enamored with all his yes ma'am, no ma'am country-boy charm.
"I went on a couple of dates."
A hot spike of something not very pleasant ripped through her middle. "So, you get to hook up, but I don't?"
He shoved his hands on his hips. "No. Of course not."
The action drew attention to just how well his jeans fit in that area. But Della refused to be distracted. "You know I'm right about this."
"Yeah…" He sighed. "I know." The expression on his face told her he'd rather be out in the woods wrestling a bear than here having this conversation with her, but he squared his shoulders anyway. "But… Why now? Why…suddenly?"
It wasn't suddenly. It had been stirring for a while, starting with busloads of women descending on Credence and going into hyperdrive at Tucker in a suit. Yep, that suit had pushed things to warp speed. A supersonic estrogen rocket straight to her libido.
"Because I'm ready. And it's time. I've come out of a long dark tunnel, and I'm in the light, and I want to live, Tucker."
"It's just…we remember what you were like." His voice was low and gentle. "When you first came here."
"You think I don't think about that woman every single day of my life?"
She'd been a shell. A timid little mouse with a head full of scars, frightened of her own shadow. And Credence had rallied around her, giving her a place to recover.
"But I've come a long way. I'm not her anymore, Tucker, and I want to move on. I want more than making minimum wage at the old folks' home and turning into some spinster living on my brother's charity like some tragic Jane Austen heroine. I want to go to college, and I want to travel, and, yes, I want to date and have some fun for once."
Not that many years ago, she'd have included falling in love, getting married, and having a family of her own on that list. But she was a little too broken for a serious relationship now.
He hesitated like he wanted to say something more, but he didn't, his lips settling into a grim line instead as he crossed his arms. A smiling Tucker Daniels, with those dimples of his, always caused a tiny flutter in her chest compartment, but there was something about the brooding Tucker that caused a different kind of flutter in her downstairs compartment.
It was so damn…Heathcliff. And Heathcliff was a jackass.
"So…" Della picked up her phone to view the next image Tinder had provided. "Do you think I should go for mister I'm well-hung and know where the clit is?" She swiped to the next candidate. "Or mister the thicker the chick, the harder my dick?"
Tucker winced. "Oh God, neither. Left, swipe left."
Della swiped left, but there were date-worthy guys here somewhere, and she was determined to make some matches…whether Tucker approved or not.