Rory’s POV
I am so relaxed by the smooth movement of the vehicle and the quiet melody, that my eyes are closed, and I’ve almost dozed off when the car pulls to a stop and my driver speaks again.
‘Miss?’ he murmurs, ‘we’re here.’
My eyes fly open, and I glance to my right where a small charter plane is waiting, a set of steps leading up to the door that has a slow stream of hockey players and staff, all in their team gear, walking up it. Each person has a carry on bag in their hands and I can see sports gear being loaded underneath.
To the back of the plane, two men dressed in high vis jackets are checking the exterior carefully along with who I assume is the pilot. The door beside me opens, and I look back to find my driver waiting, my luggage in his hand as he smiles down at me expect
