Chapter Seven
Because I hadn’t been thinking all that clearly when I made the reservation, I’d booked my room for two nights. As I hurried up the stairs at the Taos Inn, though, I knew I had to get out of there right away. I didn’t want to stay away from Sedona one second longer than I had to. I went in and packed up the few items I’d left out — toothbrush and toothpaste, the hairbrush I’d dropped on the bathroom vanity as I hurried to leave the room to meet Marybeth.
I grabbed my suitcase and went down to the lobby. “I need to check out,” I told the front desk clerk, and slid my key across the counter.
She took it, looked me up on the computer, and frowned. “You’re not staying tonight?”
“Something’s come up.”
Another frown. “Well, I’m not sure if I can give you a refund with such lat
