The Wrong Game (Love of the Game, #1)

by Kandi Steiner

My particular brand of anxiety was having an ungodly amount of stress over that which I could not control. It’d been this way since I was a young girl, and it’d only worsened with age. I made lists, and plans, and deadlines. I gave myself goals, and when I met them, I celebrated only long enough for me to decide what I would tackle next on the list. It was all about being in control.

“The third thing I’m a big softie about,” he explained. “Romance movies. And books. And just romance in general, I suppose.”

“Micah makes fun of me for it all the time, and honestly, I wish I could change it. I wish I wasn’t such a sucker for grand gestures and romantic comedies where somehow everything works out in the end. But damn it, I can’t help myself. And now, when I had the chance to make my own grand gesture, I failed miserably.”

“I mean, seriously,” he said, gesturing to his costume. “I thought I could make the romance heroes proud by dressing up as a hot dog?” Zach shook his head. “Matthew McConaughey is rolling in his grave right now.” “Pretty sure he’s still alive.” “Well, he’s rolling in his lush, 2500 thread count Egyptian silk sheets, then.”