Marcus’ POV
I don’t get to see Rory the next day as the team heads out for a flight for the first of three, back to back away games.
Climbing on board the chartered flight to Denver, who we will be facing off against tomorrow afternoon, I head toward the back of the plane, picking a spot in the back row, and tossing my bag into the overhead bin before sitting down next to the window, stretching my legs out in front of me, and looking down at the tarmac where some of my teammates are still standing around, talking.
Settling back into my seat, I fasten my seatbelt just as Kane falls into the seat next to me, huffing out a breath as he shoves his seatbelt together with more force than necessary.
‘What’s up with you?’ I ask glancing at my best friend out of the corner of my eye.
‘Nothing’
