I give my head a little shake. “Why are you thanking me?” “Because.” He nods his head toward the pair of backpacks. “My mother would kill me if she knew I broke some pretty lady’s bag in the airport and didn’t replace it.” I think my lips move as I silently repeat the words pretty lady, but he doesn’t pause. “She’d also kill me for going through your things, so I’ll let you do the honors.”
