Finders Keepers

By: JoAnn Carter | Other books by JoAnn Carter
Categories: Mainstream Romance, Inspirational, Short Stories
Word Count: 3,404
Heat Level: SWEET
Published By: Pelican Book Group

 

Gabe’s father bequeathed a legacy. There's only one problem. That person is a stranger, and Gabe needs to find this person in a rather unconventional way. Longing for closure after losing her grandfather, Bridget heads to Barnegat lighthouse. It is there that she notices an abandoned skiff drifting out in the distance. Can this one small object draw two unsuspecting hearts together?







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Finders Keepers
Finders Keepers

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Excerpt

Tears pooled in Bridget’s eyes as she spotted the familiar red-and-white form of the Barnegat Bay lighthouse. How many times had she visited here with her grandfather to view the beauty of the bay inlet? Too many to recall. Swiping the tears with the back of her hand, she pulled her compact car into the near empty lot. Granted, there wouldn’t be any more trips here with him, but in memory of this wonderful man, she wanted to take another look before she started her last year of graduate school in two weeks. After all, who knew where she’d finally end up once finished.

Bridget parked close to the wooden fence and then leaned forward to see past the trees to the top of the tower where the neatly painted black observation deck glistened in the sun. She took a deep, fortifying breath, pulled the camera off the passenger seat and prayed for some closure over her grandfather’s sudden death.

A gust of warm, sea salt air infiltrated the car as she opened the door. The breeze held the familiar scent of seaweed and kelp, greeting her like an old friend. A wobbly smile tugged at her lips as she locked her car and then followed the pathway leading to the lighthouse. Turning the old handle, she opened the
wooden door and started up the steps to the tower with a prayer in her heart.

As soon as she reached the lookout, she unzipped her camera case and glanced down toward her left. At one hundred seventy-two feet above sea level, the rocks in the jetty appeared smaller, and the folks on the cement peer who were fishing, reminded her of miniature figurines. Peace washed over her as she gazed further into the distance to Island Beach State Park and to where the bay’s inlet met the Atlantic Ocean. So many wonderful stories that her grandfather had shared rushed through her mind, bringing him close to her.