CHAPTER FOUR
“I’m sorry, we have no room at the inn.”
Of course, they didn’t. Michael almost laughed at the front desk clerk’s words, except he still hadn’t found Sheridan a room. She’d been napping for two hours, and he was no closer to finding her another place to stay than when he started.
He slumped on the breakfast barstool. “Thanks for checking.”
“No problem,” the woman said in a pleasant voice. “You might have a hard time booking a room at such short notice. A big fundraiser is happening this weekend, and Indigo Bay is a popular holiday destination. Everyone wants to make a wish on the community tree.”
Oh, right. Von had mentioned the Christmas Eve tradition. “Can I please get on your waiting list?”
“We don’t have one, but you’re free to check back as often as you’d like.”
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