It was funny how you got a different appreciation for a familiar place when you were looking at it through a newcomer’s eyes. Jenny knew she probably could have been blindfolded and sent to wander Jerome’s streets, and would still have unerringly found her way home — or to the Spirit Room, or to the Mile High Grill, or the Passion Cellars wine-tasting room, or any one of a hundred other points of interest — but on that day her hometown felt like something new and fresh, a place where she was setting foot for the first time.
The reason being, of course, Colin Campbell.
He didn’t mind going to the obviously touristy places like the Jerome Museum or the national park that housed the mansion that had once belonged to William Clark, the man who had financed the United Verde mine. The streets
