How to Solve a Murder with a Grump
-- EXCERPT: I take one look at him. Oh yeah, he’s a grump. Definitely. But I don’t have time for grumps right now. You see, I’m running late and the elevator is taking forever to get to the bottom floor. My best friend is getting married in two days, and I’m the maid of honor. I’m trying to compose a text to the best man so we can talk about the speeches. I should’ve reached out to him ages ago, but this weekend came fast. It snuck up on me. Then, a man near me clears his throat, like he’s trying to send me a message. I take one look at him. No doubt in my mind he’s a Mr. Grumpy Pants, because I can pick them out a mile away. They’re easy to spot once you know the signs. Of course, sometimes you’ll get lucky. You’ll make a quick exit. Or he’ll spill his coffee. Someone else will grab his attention. But there will be times you have to interact with this particular species of men. Just so you know, there are many ways to deal with a grump. I could write a book on it. First, don’t be fooled by those flashing white teeth and sexy smirks. Don’t be fooled by a blue shirt, almost the color of tropical ocean water that offsets the gray of his eyes. Don’t be fooled by the rippling muscles underneath the blue shirt. Nope. Sexy grumps are the most dangerous, because they’ll steal your heart then stomp all over it.
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Sue G.
10/28/2024 10:40:19 am
This sounds really fun. Adding to my TBR list.
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