She grabbed her cheap beige purse, checked that she had everything that she needed – car keys, CV, wallet, trailer key – and wrapped herself in her shapeless black coat. The snow on the ground had hardened to the consistency of concrete so she didn’t need her clumpy boots, but the wind coming down The Rockies was something else. It cut through her body like a knife, chilling her lungs and making breathing challenging.
Jo loved it in Denver, though, loved it already. She’d already decided that even if this accounting job fell through she’d look around for something else to pay the bills, and she’d do whatever it took to stay here, at the foot of the most incredible natural landscape that she’d seen in years. She loved the rugged, craggy mountain faces; she loved the sense of being watched
