The roads were scraped, sanded, and salted; the fresh snow was dazzling. There was an extra pair of sunglasses in the central console, but they were comically big on her.
“You look like a movie star,” Jack said, and even though he couldn’t have meant it she still laughed, secretly pleased, and kept them on. Hiding behind shades seemed an excellent idea now that they were out of the house’s warm nestlike embrace.
You couldn’t stay in a paradise forever, after all. Zoe didn’t really think Jack would drive her out into the countryside and leave her in the cold wasteland, laughing while he sped away—but still, she hugged the purse on her lap and paid attention to every turning and landmark.
Such as they were, under all the snow.
The SUV’s radio was tuned to a classical station; whoever was
