Writing a Wrong by Tiffany King Page A

walked behind the loveseat, placing his hands on my shoulders. "You okay, babe?" His fingers provided much-needed relief to my screaming neck muscles.
    I nodded, letting my head fall forward. "I'm just not used to all this craziness. Usually the only two people worried during release day are Olivia and me. It feels weird to have so many other people involved with a vested interest. I can't shake the feeling that I'm going to disappoint them all," I admitted, letting my shoulders sag. "I wish we were home watching movies and eating comfort food. That's the typical release day I'm used to."
    Alec continued kneading through my shoulders, taking away the tension that had me at my wit's end. "You're not going to disappoint anyone, babe. The book must be doing well because from what I've seen, everyone is more than pleased. You've got this."
    "I hope so. I really want to be excited and enjoy this moment. I just have to get past all the stress first."
    "That guy Greg seems pretty eager to help. I get the feeling he wouldn't mind being the one standing here rubbing your shoulders."
    So he had been paying attention after all. I sat motionless, pondering the right response that wouldn't make the rest of the evening completely awkward. I'd never seen Alec jealous. Lord knows I'd had my share of opportunities to show jealousy—like everywhere we went. At least I knew he cared, which made me happy. "Well, I wouldn't agree with the rubbing the shoulders part, but the publisher did tell him to make sure I had everything I wanted. He's just doing his job."
    Alec removed his hands from my shoulders and walked around the loveseat and sat down next to me. "Regardless, you really should relax and enjoy all this. It wouldn't be happening if people didn't love your writing." I melted against his body, wondering how I'd lucked out to have him in my life.
    "It sucks that it's eating into our day together. I can tell you're totally bored," I said, nodding toward his phone.
    "I've been studying," he said, flashing me his phone. "Online textbook."
    A startled laugh bubbled out of me. "You came all the way to New York to still have to study. I thought maybe you were texting someone."
    "The only person I want to text is you. I figured I'd stay out of your hair by getting an edge up on the test that could crush me."
    "Are you're kidding? You'll make that test your bitch."
    "Well, if I fail, I can go on all your trips with you and be your bitch."
    I laughed until I looked up and saw that he was serious. Surely he didn't think I'd let him fail out of medical school so he could wait in the wings while I followed my dream. There was no way in hell I'd let him give up for me. Not when he worked so hard to get there. "That's a moot point. You're not going to fail. You're going to keep working your ass off and when I get home, I'm going to turn into a drill sergeant. You have one more day of playtime and then it's back to the grind for you." My voice was stern so he'd see I wasn't screwing around. "Today is pretty much shot since we have the release party tonight, but tomorrow we'll make the most of the day before you have to head out. Is there any place in particular you'd like to visit? Statue of Liberty? Empire State Building? Chinatown?"
    He shook his head, lacing his fingers through mine. "I'd really like to take you ice skating in Central Park."
    My eyes lit up at his words. I'd been so busy during the past two weeks I'd barely seen much of the city except the area around the hotel. Even during my previous trips to New York I had spent most of my time in Times Square and had pretty much forgotten about Central Park. "That sounds amazing. We can get hot chocolate too."
    "And hot dogs from a street vendor."
    "Absolutely. No trip to New York is complete without a dirty dog."
    He leaned in and dropped a kiss on my lips. "That's why I love you. You know what's important."
    "I have my priorities," I laughed. "Is there anything else you want? Cheesecake?