Michael took her to brunch at a place in Sedona called the Mesa Grille. It was perched on top of Airport Mesa — so named because the town’s small general aviation airport was located there — and offered breathtaking views on all sides, along with the fun of watching planes take off and land from the runway located just a few yards from the restaurant’s south side.
“I figured this would give you a great way to see Sedona,” he said as they settled themselves into their window seats. “And the food’s really good.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Autumn replied. Luckily, it was a sunny, bright day with only a few clouds dotting the sky, and so she could see the red rocks on all sides, with just the tiniest bit of snow peeking out here and there on the higher elevations. She wondered if Michael had specifica
