Mason whipped his head toward me.
His eyes went huge.
“He knows!”
For half a second, I thought he was right.
Of course Tyler had figured it out. Maybe someone at the gate had told him. Maybe he had spotted us after all. Maybe this was his way of turning our surprise around on us.
I could already picture Mason’s face when Tyler said our names.
And before I could stop myself, I started to rise from my seat.
Tyler kept speaking before I was fully out of my seat.
I froze there for a beat, one hand still holding my phone, Mason watching me with that huge, excited smile because he was absolutely certain his dad was about to reveal our surprise to the entire plane.
I was certain, too.
Then Tyler said enough for me to understand that the “very special person” he was talking about wasn’t me.
