This place was…well, he should have known that Luz Trujillo wouldn’t put him up at the local Motel 6, but as the front desk clerk handed Evan the plastic key card for his hotel room, he couldn’t help thinking that he would have been perfectly happy with something just a little less upscale.
It was probably his imagination, but he got the distinct impression that the other guests at the CopperWynd resort were staring at him as he made his way to the elevator, giving his worn boots and jeans and untucked henley shirt the side-eye. All right, he definitely was out of place here, among these smooth, polished-looking people in their chinos and polo shirts and perfectly tailored dresses, but he couldn’t do much about that now.
Thank the Goddess, no one else was in the elevator. Its doors shut,
