“We’re roommates, aren’t we?” he asks with glee. With a resigned sigh, I push myself to my feet. “Whatever. Let’s go.” “Room four-one-nine,” Tuck says in a singsong voice as he walks by my side to the elevators. “That’s a lucky number, isn’t it?” “I don’t think so.” Right as the elevator dings and the doors slide open for us, he says, “Is now.”
