Cyrus nods. “Me too. We’re knocking down the wall between our two condos when we get home. And I could use somebody who knows how to spin a story for good publicity.”
Charlie rolls her eyes. “He’s always looking to make good publicity.”
“Sponsors like a good fluffy news story. Anyway,you did great managing the media this time and you’re firm with the snowboarders but not a bitch. That’s a good mix.”
Oliver squeezes his fingers in my side in an I-told-you-so way.
Men.
I haven’t given any consideration to public relations. My degree is in marketing, but in a way, if I took the job I would be marketing the athletes. They’re my product. Cyrus’s idea of coming up with some goodfluffy news stories doesn’t sound so bad. Behind that I bet I could apply most of what I’ve learned over the last five years while earning my bachelor’s degree.
“I have to go through two weeks of debriefing in New York once we get home, but if you guys are serious afterward, let me know. We can talk.”
I have no idea how it would work since I live so far away from Cyrus and Charlie, but hellit is the digital age. It couldn’t be too hard.
“And think of how much fun it would be to attend the games without having to work them?” Charlie says. “It’s highly suggested all the athletes who won a medal this round should attend the summer games to cheer on athletes there. So I guess Cyrus and I will get to watch the gymnastics. Together.”
“Gymnastics?” I ask.
She nods her head enthusiastically.“The men.”
Cyrus tilts his head in disbelief at Charlie. “You just like to look at their butts.”
She shrugs, totally not denying the fact. “The uniforms of the summer games are much skimpier than what we wear. All those muscles.”
“We will go together in two years, but you’re not allowed to talk to Antonio.” Cyrus says pointing a finger at Charlie.
“He’s a friend.”
“He’s a gymnast,” Cyrussays with complete contempt. “You can’t trust a gymnast.”
I didn’t realize there was so much rivalry between the two sports. I wonder if it’s just a Cyrus thing.
Reagan, her blonde hair pulled on top of her head in an updo, joins our little circle with Knox dressed up in a black suit and tie right behind her.
“I love your dress,” I reach out and run my fingers over the light pink almost frillymaterial of her Maid of Honor outfit.
“Thanks, Marley let me pick it out myself.”
“How did she find a wedding dress in the first place?” Cyrus asks. “Does she pack it with her on every trip? Just in case.”
Charlie hits him hard in the shoulder. “No, you dumbass. They have bridal shops here too.”
Reagan laughs. “She had to buy off the rack. For a woman who has planned her wedding for the lastthirteen years, she took it well.”
Knox shakes his head, little lines in his forehead forming as he concentrates. “You do realize none of the men in this group understand one word of what you said, right?”
“I’ll explain it to you when you’re older,” Reagan counters.
“You can explain it while you’re moving your stuff in to my place.” Knox casually leans his body away like his waiting for Reaganto hit him.
She doesn’t, but the way her lips pinch together in irritation, it takes effort. “I’m not moving in with you. I said I will move back to Colorado but I need my own place.”
Well this explains a lot of stuff that happened the last two weeks. I’m glad these two finally worked out whatever their issues were.
“Why waste your time and money getting an apartment when you know you’ll endup with me eventually.” Knox kisses Reagan on the side of her head.
“Knox, you’ve never dated a blonde before. I don’t know if you can handle the awesomeness of it.”
