Shit. I forgot about my account. I rarely use it. In fact, until I took the contract with the Rogues I didn’t have to bother because my old team had a social media expert running it. After signing with the Rogues, I changed the password and made an announcement about the change of teams for this year and haven’t touched it since.
We should ask Oakley what to post.
W: Cami too. She might want us to do some posts about the interviews. And we should do some regular posts about the team and us too.
I want to argue about that except I’m not even sure how much I used to post during the season. I didn’t lie when I said I leave the ice and my job is done. I’m clueless with all of this. I guess this means I’m going to have to make an effort.
The world knowing I have a daughter isn’t the only thing changing tonight.
Cami
“Cam!”
I’ve barely cracked the door of my car when Mom comes racing across the driveway to meet me. The second I’m on my feet, her arms are around me and her cheek is pressed to mine.
“I missed you.”
I laugh. “You saw me three days ago.”
“Two days too many to go without a Cam hug.” She smacks a kiss on my forehead then lets go. “Come on. I’ve got dinner ready. Your father is in his office on a call. He’s been fielding them since the interview aired. Great job, by the way.”
“I didn’t stick around the studio to watch it once we got it cued to go.” I wanted to but I also didn’t. I saw it. Lived it. I knew it was good. And I was still nervous as hell about it anyway. “Is Dad happy or…”
“Oh, happy doesn’t come close to describing it. He’s got rival networks throwing money at him to get their hands on it.”
I stumble to a stop. “Really?”
She palms my face with both hands, her own face split wide with a huge grin. “The interview isn’t all they’re trying to buy. You, my dear, are as much a smash hit as the secret you were privileged to reveal.”
“I didn’t reveal it.”
“No, but you got the real scoop, didn’t you? Draper is making noise about you stealing his story, but no one is listening.”
“Shit. I don’t need him coming after me.”
Mom shrugs. “He’ll do what he does, and we’ll do what we do.” She gives me a wink. “I know a really good lawyer.”
“She won’t need one.” Dad stands just inside the front door, a smug smile on his face. “C’mon, we’re having your favorite for dinner.”
“Hot dogs?” I ask smiling.
“No.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Your other favorite.”
“I thought we were having pancakes for breakfast?”
“Get in here.” He wraps his arm around my neck and yanks me close. “You did good, baby girl, so good.”
“Mom was just telling me the feedback on the interview is good.”
“Good? Lord, baby, that thing is blowing up the airwaves. I’ve got national networks trying to get their hands on it and you.”
“And those are good things?”
“They are if you want a national platform.” He leans back and our eyes lock. “Butyoudon’t want that.”
I shake my head. “No. I’m happy at the paper. I’m happy for the interviews to go national though.”
“Okay.” Dad lets me go and grabs my hand. “We’ve got a lot to talk about then. Good thing you’ve got your legal rep here.” He sends a wink over his shoulder at Mom.
