Marcus’ POV
I tie up each of my laces, smiling like a loon to myself as the memory of Rory wishing me good luck for tonight’s game twenty minutes ago in the janitor’s closet down the hall flicks through my mind.
I know that I promised to keep it professional for the bosses when I announced our relationship to them, but f.uck it, how am I supposed to stay away from her for hours when she’s in the next f.ucking building? So I figure, what the top brass don’t know won’t hurt them. Honestly, though, they can’t really complain about anything to do with me and Rory, not with her effect on me and my performance on the ice, even the news outlets are commenting on how love seems to have upped my game.
A press release was made the following day to my meeting with Coach and HR, announcing my move
