How to Solve a Murder with a Grump

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Barrie: I am determined to make my best friend's wedding weekend perfect. That includes editing the best man's speech and making sure he doesn't drink too much. Except, he's the worst kind of grump with a capital G. Not only that but when this perfect wedding unravels, I find myself the object of his wrath. He blames me. So I run. And I'm wearing the wedding dress. (Don't ask.) As I hide out in a small town, following my dreams, I stumble upon a decades-old murder mystery. Turns out texting the grump might be my only lifeline. And I'm definitely not flirt-texting. Nope. Not me. Because falling for a grump can only lead to a broken heart. Right? Miles: For the record, I am not a grump. It's not me. It's them. It's women. I'm looking forward to the wedding this weekend. My best friend is getting married. And the maid of honor texts me. Not just once. Oh, no, because that