Football and Ballet - Jason Collins Page 0,74
room, her head shaking as she finally noticed the camera crew.
“What’s that about?” She nodded toward the cameras.
“Oh, it’s just something for Nike.”
“An ad spot? I’m guessing?”
“You guessed correct.” I grinned down at her. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Patrick wanted me to run some marketing numbers for the studio whenever I had the time, and I had the time last night,” she explained. “Which reminds me, is the studio going to be featured in the Nike ad, too? Are they at least giving us a name drop?”
“I… don’t remember seeing a name drop in the contract.”
“Send the contract over to me.”
“Elana—”
“Hey, just because I stopped being your PR person, doesn’t mean I stopped working in PR,” she interrupted. “And you know as well as I do that a name drop can mean everything to getting more traction as a business. And since Patrick is running a business—”
“I’ll get the contract over to you, Elana.” I lightly chuckled. “You never stop being in business mode, huh?”
“Only when it comes to you.” She smiled before she let out a gentle sigh. “I do miss kicking ass as your PR person, though. Don’t get me wrong. Working with you and Patrick is amazing, and I love being part of the family business, but there was a real rush when I was only getting three hours of sleep and eating steak dinners every night.”
“Was that a rush? Or was that just a lack of sleep making you hallucinate?”
“Maybe a little bit of both.” Elana beamed. “Anyway, I’m going to go drop the marketing files off in the office. Are we still on for dinner tonight?”
“Yep. Patrick is probably somewhere placing a takeout order for pad thai as we speak.”
“Ooh, pad thai.” Elana hummed. “Can’t wait. Love you, Hunter! See you tonight.”
With that, Elana blew me a kiss before she walked back out of the room.
And I watched as she made her way to the back of the building, her heels clacking across the floor with her every step. There’d been a change in my sister during this past year, almost as soon as I came out. And when I retired from the Green Knights, Elana retired, too, opting to come work alongside Patrick and me at the dance studio, while still pursuing freelance PR opportunities on the side.
Honestly, I was grateful to have Elana back in my life again, purely as a sister, my favorite way to have her in my world. And I was even more grateful about her return to form when I realized just how much she wanted the best for me and Patrick, how much she supported our relationship, too.
“Please tell me Elana’s on board for pad thai,” Patrick’s voice interrupted my thoughts as he came to stand beside me in the studio. “And please tell me that those cameras are here for a good reason and not a blooper reel of some kind.”
“What blooper reel would that even be?” I laughed at Patrick’s assumption. “And yes, Elana’s on board for pad thai. And the cameras are here from Nike, remember?”
“Nike. Right.” Patrick nodded. “Did we end up negotiating a name drop for the dance studio?”
“Elana’s already on it.”
“God, I love your sister.” Patrick let out a sigh of relief. “I have no idea where we’d even be without her.”
“Probably in the gutter.”
“Probably in the gutter,” Patrick repeated with a smirk on his face. “So, how many more of these are you supposed to do? With the endorsements and everything?”
“I think I have around six scheduled for the rest of the year,” I replied. “But I’ve also been invited on a few talk shows too, and they were floating my name as a host for one of those summer game shows—”
“Are you going to host Wheel of Fortune?” Patrick’s eyes went wide with surprise. “If you’re hosting, does that mean they’ll let me spin the letters around like Vanna White?”
“Why am I just now finding out that you secretly want to spin the letters around on Wheel of Fortune?” I laughed again.
Patrick playfully rolled his eyes. “It’s not like it’s a secret! I have a whole panel about it on my vision board.”
“Funny, I thought you would’ve had something a little more pressing on your vision board…”
“If you’re talking about me finishing up with my move to your place, it’s already being planned,” he replied. “I’ve pretty much got all my stuff over there already. I just need one more weekend with a moving team, and we’ll be good