Rory’s POV
The enforcer stares at me for a second before the door inches open a little wider, not enough to let me in, but enough that I can see his whole face.
‘You don’t believe in superstitions’ he reminds me.
I shrug, because I can’t deny it, ‘but you do’ I reply, ‘and if kissing a birthmark makes you feel like you play better then who am I to tell you that you’re wrong.’
We stare at each other for another couple of minutes, before, with a deep sigh, Marcus pulls the door open, stepping back to allow me inside.
I step into the small hallway, and walk toward the open plan living space, the heavy footsteps of the hockey player behind me.
‘Have a seat’ he mutters, waving a hand to the couch, ‘you want a drink?’
I nod slowly, ‘coffee?’ I ask, the sullen man lifting his chin before h
