Grumpy as Puck
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My teammates called me Grumpy Old Man.
I understood the grumpy part. It wasn't as if I was the life of the party. But I wasn't old. Geez, I was only thirty-two.
Despite the only partly correct nickname, there's two things you needed to know about me. The first, I loved my dog and would do anything for that crazy mutt.
The second thing, well, it involved my teammates' sister. The woman he told me to stay away from. What nobody knew was I have had a crush on her for years.
Why was I telling you that?
My dog was in an accident and the only one who could save him? You guessed it. My secret crush was the local veterinarian.
What did I do to thank her? I got her fired. Now my secret crush thought I was a grumpy jerk too.
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Elizabeth Lynx is a USA Today Bestselling writer of rom-coms with a lot of steam and characters that cause you to laugh-out-loud.
She has worn many hats in life: mother, wife, photographer, graphic designer, executive assistant, and used to print pictures for the White House. For the past several years, she's put down on paper all the crazy voices in her head. Those voices did some naughty things.
