“And where’s your gate?” “Um, twenty-four, I think. Just down the hall.” The tip of his tongue peeks out between his lips as he licks across his incisor. “Tell me you’re going to Minneapolis.” I swear my heart stutters in my chest. “I’m going to Minneapolis,” I practically whisper. “With luck like this, I’m tempted to switch our tickets and fly to Vegas. You can be my lucky charm. Win me a fortune.”
