An Unexpected Attraction: The First Book in the Mississippi River Trilogy

By Kristi Marson

Tessa Palmer finds herself in a small town along the Mississippi River following the news of her father's recent death. Her father had moved to the little town after his wife had died several years earlier and had opened a camera shop, something he had always dreamed of. Tessa hopes to finalize her father's estate quickly and get back to her busy life in the city, where she is a photographer. Tessa becomes fast friends with a middle-aged woman who takes her under her wing and introduces her to her family and the life that she has in the Mississippi River town. The river town begins to charm Tessa with its beauty and weaves its way into her heart. She meets two totally different men who change all her original plans to leave quickly. After Tessa's father's camera shop is vandalized, she stumbles upon a discovery and doesn't realize the danger that is in store for her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781640033863

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An Unexpected

Attraction

The First Book in the Mississippi River Trilogy

Kristi Marson

ISBN 978-1-64003-385-6 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64003-386-3 (Digital)

Copyright © 2018 Kristi Marson

All rights reserved

First Edition

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Table of Contents

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Coming soon in the Mississippi River Series

About the Author

1

Tessa Palmer leaned forward, toward the steering wheel of her Dodge Caliber. She arched her back in a long stretch and tilted her head from side to side in an attempt to alleviate her tight muscles. She had been driving her car for several hours on her way to a small town along the Mississippi River, where her dad had retired a few years ago. A lot had happened in her life in the past few months. First, Tessa had opened a new photography business with her best friend in the city where she now lived. Tessa had met Gina Day at the college where they had both studied photography. They had become immediate, inseparable friends. Now, upon graduating, they decided to invest in their future and operate a photography studio. Gina had received quite a large sum of money from her grandfather as a graduation gift. She had purchased a loft condo where she could both live and work. She had asked Tessa to join her, offering her a place to also live and work. Tessa had jumped at the chance. Her rental payment that they had agreed upon was a great price, one that she couldn’t find anywhere else in the city. She had ultimately dreamed of one day having the chance to travel abroad, taking pictures of people and places that she only had seen in magazines and on TV. But for now, she would be content in starting out her new adventure where she was at.

Tessa sighed heavily as she thought about the second change that had also taken place. Her father, Carl Palmer, had suddenly passed away from a heart attack a few weeks ago. His attorney had notified her through a letter in the mail. Tessa’s mom had lost her battle with cancer five years earlier; her dad had moved away from the family home where they had made their life. He had wanted to pursue his dream of opening up a little camera shop in a small town along the Mississippi River. He had an extensive collection of antique cameras that he was proud of and wanted to share with the public. Tessa had never seemed to find the time to go and visit him, and now after receiving the letter from his lawyer that he had passed, she regretted not having spent more time with him. Her father had wanted to be cremated and had wanted no funeral service after his death. He had wanted his friends to remember him alive. Growing up, Tessa had always wished that she had had siblings to grow up with. Being an only child made this trip even more difficult, having no one to help her in the decisions that she would have to make on her own. Before they had Tessa, her mom and dad had tried for years to have a child. They both had married later in life, and her mom had felt her biological clock was ticking. She often told Tessa that she was quite the miracle baby. They were so elated when her mom found out that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy was a difficult one, though, with many issues and scares along the way. Tessa wiped a tear from her eye as she thought about how loved she had felt all her life. Now she was all alone, missing both of them terribly. The attorney’s letter stated that she had apparently inherited the camera shop and the apartment above it. She had no idea what she would ever do with her father’s business and was hopeful that she would be able to sell it quickly. She sure could use the money to put into her maiden business venture in the city; that would be a blessing in disguise. The only thing that piqued her interest in all of this was his camera collection.

She acquired her love of photography from her dad. Even though it was just a hobby for him, he was always eager to show her everything about the cameras he had collected over the years. He loved telling her, or anybody else within listening distance for that matter, about the history of each camera and how to position each one to get the best quality shot. He loved using different kinds of film and never did think that the newer digital cameras were the way to go. He taught her to use her imagination to capture all sorts of creative kinds of images and angles. Tessa’s thoughts returned to the present. Leaning over slightly and keeping one eye on the road, she opened the glove compartment and reached in to bring out a bottle of iced tea. With a quick twist of the lid, she carefully balanced the bottle in her hand and brought it up to her lips for a long gulp. The cold, slightly sweet taste felt refreshing on her tongue as it slid down her throat. She loved that Callie, what she had named her car, had a little fridge in the glove compartment, one of the many features that she liked about this small compact car. She had better pay better attention to the winding road in front of her, she thought as she slowed down to steer into another sharp curve. She must be getting closer, because every once in awhile she could see glimpses of the river between the groves of trees that grew along the roadside. It really was a pretty area. She could see why her dad was attracted to it.

The June day was turning out to be beautiful. Not a cloud in the crystal clear blue sky. The expansive land along the roadside showcased shades of green with hints of yellow, pink, and purple wild flowers scattered amidst the varied green hues. She slowed down as she entered yet another sharp curve, and there appearing at the bottom of the hill was the little town. Upon first appearances, Tessa was surprised to see so many pretty Victorian-styled houses nestled strategically in the sides of the hilly terrain. Coming to a halt at the stop sign and noting the street sign said Main, she turned right, the only option she had, and started to look for her father’s shop. Her eyes were drawn to the left side of the street. A river of water dancing in the sunlight with birds flying low over the water made her let out a low whistle. What a beautiful view of the Mississippi River! The sun shone upon the water, reflecting the trees on the opposite shoreline. Tearing her eyes from the river, she looked to the other side of the street and saw rows of houses. At first glance, it appeared that all of the homes sat on big lots with manicured lawns and colorful flowers blooming behind white picket fences. Many of the homes had screened in porches that beckoned to come sit, relax, and enjoy the quiet river life. As she continued on down the road, she noticed she was approaching the business section of town. Most of the buildings were on the opposite side of the river, lending to the view across the street. Now to find her dad’s shop shouldn’t be too hard, she thought. If she could find her way around in the big city, she could find her way around here. The buildings looked to be big old structures made of brick and river stone and rocks. They also looked very well maintained. The people in this community must take pride in their property, she noted.

She looked in her rearview mirror and, seeing that no one was behind her, slowed down to a crawl so she could check out the businesses as she passed each building. There was Peoples’ State Bank, River Real Estate, Phoebe’s Flower Boutique and Jewelry, Main Street Mercantile Store, City Café, and Clothes for All Ages. Then her eyes stopped on the next business, Carl’s Camera Shop. There it was. Her dad’s beloved store! Tessa felt a mix of emotions as she realized she was about to see the inside of the building that her dad had called home. Tessa glanced at the building beside her dad’s and saw that it was a shop called Creative Cupcakes and River Boats Rentals. It seemed as though most of the buildings shared a common brick wall. She let her eyes travel down the rest of the street. There seemed to be several other buildings lined up next to each other. She would check out these other businesses at a later time. She noted that she hadn’t seen her father’s lawyer’s office yet and would need to find that so that she could meet him there tomorrow at their agreed appointment time. She would have to double-check the information packet that she had received earlier in the mail for all the details. Turning Callie into a diagonal parking spot in front of her dad’s shop, she looked at the structure for further inspection. It had beautiful river rock covering the entire front of the building. Two oversized white Adirondack chairs sat below a wide glass window. To the right of the window was the door. Not just any door, a bold red door stood facing the water, its brilliant color radiating in the sunlight.

Just like my dad, she said out loud. He always liked to make a statement.

It did look good, though, she admitted as she got out of the car to fully stretch her tired muscles. It really showcased the subtle shades of tan and gray rock facade on the structure by contrast. Looking up the building and tilting her head back a little, her eyes focused on a balcony made out of black iron that was apparently for the apartment dweller to enjoy the view across the street. The building next door had an identical balcony, both structures offering exquisite views of the water and the trees lining its riverbanks. She couldn’t wait to get inside and investigate. Taking a deep breath and suddenly feeling very weary, she looked up and down the street. The lawyer said someone would meet her outside her father’s shop to give her the keys. Tessa didn’t see a single soul. Feeling a little anxious about being here, she turned around with her hands on her hips and attempted to calm herself by taking in the views of the river. She was looking across the street at the big green grassy space between the sidewalk and the river, beckoning her to come and relax. It looked like a huge park inviting her to enjoy the peaceful scenery. Park benches and picnic tables faced the river, placed intermittently along the pathway on the lush grass. She was just contemplating about crossing the street to sit and wait for whoever was planning on meeting her when her cell phone rang. Digging her phone out of her purse, she swiped the screen and pushed the Answer button. Bringing it to her ear, she said, Hello, this is Tessa.

Hey, girl, how’s it going? asked a familiar voice. Are you there yet?

Hi, Gina, Tessa replied. Yeah, I am. It seemed like it took forever, though. I’m just here waiting for someone to come and give me the keys to my dad’s place, she said, looking both ways as she crossed the street.

What’s it like there? Gina inquired.

I am surprised to say that it is really a very pretty place. I can see why my dad loved it so much. Tessa admitted as she sat down on a park bench close to a gazebo. How are things going back there? she asked Gina as she batted a fly away from her face.

Pretty darn well, I am pleased to say, Gina answered on the other end. But I certainly miss you. Don’t worry about things back here, though. I will be fine. Stay as long as you need to get things figured out. Well, I have to get back to work. Another client just walked in the door for their appointment. Keep in touch, talk to ya later, Gina added.

Tessa replied, Thanks for checking in with me. Talk to ya soon . . . Bye.

Dropping her phone back into her purse, Tessa found herself getting very sleepy. The warm sun was tempting her to take a nap like a cat curled up in the sun. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute or two, Tessa thought. Shifting her weight in an attempt to get comfortable on the park bench, she crossed her arms, bowed her head, and tried to concentrate on nothing but the birds singing and the leaves on the trees rustling ever so softly. It was such a warm breeze, and Tessa was drifting off to sleep when, all of a sudden, a loud voice startled her.

Hi there! a woman standing right in front of her called.

You must be Tessa! You are even prettier than your dad said you were! the woman exclaimed. Tessa jumped, startled for a second, and looked into the face of a brown-haired middle-aged woman. She had a huge grin on her face, which accented the crinkles around her lips and her eyes. I have the keys that you need to get in to your dad’s place. Such a shame about your dad. Carl was such a nice man and a great addition to our community. He will be greatly missed, she said. But now you’re here, and that’s great! Follow me, she added. With that, she hurriedly walked off, watching for cars as she quickly crossed the street. Tessa slowly stood up, turned around, and followed the woman.

I don’t even know who this woman is, let alone her name, she said in a hushed voice.

As if reading Tessa’s mind, the woman called to Tessa over her shoulder, By the way, my name is Marge Conrad. I own the cupcake and boat rental shop next to your dad’s shop. My husband and my businesses are a part of what draws the vacationers to our little town. We were good neighbors and the best of friends. My husband Charlie and your dad loved to fish together out on the river. I have been watching for you, she added, a little out of breath. Carl talked about you all of the time. He was so proud of you, Marge said kindly.

Tessa fought back tears at the mention of his obvious love for her. She really missed him, and the thought of never seeing him again was overwhelming. Marge’s voice brought her back from her thoughts. What had she been saying? My goodness, this lady talks nonstop! She must really pay closer attention to what she was saying. She didn’t want to be rude and have her have to repeat everything that she had said.

Marge continued, So if you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask. Marge was outstretching her hand to give the keys to Tessa when out of Marge’s shop ran two little girls.

Hi, Grandma! called one girl. What’cha doin’? she asked.

Hi, Grandma! echoed the other little girl. What’cha doin’? she asked the older lady, stopping right in front of her.

Hi, girls, Marge replied with a grin. Tessa, these are my two granddaughters, Lisa and Julie.

Tessa found herself looking at two mirrored images. They were identical—except one had blue eyes, and the other had brown eyes. That was the only difference that she could see.

Nice to meet you, responded Tessa.

I’m Lisa, said the twin with the blue eyes.

I’m Julie, said the other twin.

We’re twins . . . That means we look alike, and we kinda act alike. We were in our mommy’s tummy at the same time, Lisa informed her proudly.

At the same time, Julie added. I am six.

Me too. I’m six too! Lisa quickly replied as she quickly grabbed Marge’s hand. Can I have a cupcake, Grandma, puleeese? Lisa begged as she gently pulled on her arm.

Can I have one too Grandma? pleaded Julie.

Okay, Marge replied, chuckling at the girls’ antics. But only one a piece, and be quiet in there so as to not wake your brother, she added, reminding the twins. The two bounded off, and each turned to wave to Tessa.

Bye, they called as they opened the door and disappeared into the shop.

Well, now that you’ve met two of my grandkiddos, I better get back in there. You never know with those two what might happen! she said, shaking her head and laughing. Welcome to our town! See you in the funny papers, she added as she turned and quickly walked away.

Wow, thought Tessa. I wish I had half as much energy as those three! Tessa was taking a step toward the red door when she heard her name called.

Tessa . . . . ! Tessa followed the voice as one of the twins burst out the neighboring door, followed by the other twin, who was holding a little sandy-colored dog at their heels.

Tessa! they called in unison this time. We forgot to give you Cindy! they exclaimed, a little out of breath.

Who is Cindy? Tessa wondered.

Marge opened the door and leaned around it, calling to the girls, Tessa can get to know Cindy later. Come on back over here now, and leave Tessa alone.

Okay, Grandma, the girls responded.

See ya later, Tessa, one of them said. Tessa watched as the girls obediently ran back over to their grandma’s business with the little dog in tow, tongue out, tail wagging. They might possibly be the cutest little girls she had ever seen! She thought, smiling to herself. Their little dog was pretty cute too! Marge came out and stopped her from going in the building again.

I feel I must apologize to you, she started.

I watch the girls along with their brother, Benny, every day to help their dad out. My daughter is their mom. She left her little family about a month after her little Benny was born, about three years ago, leaving all the responsibility to her husband. Isabella just upped and left them. Bella and Grady were high school sweethearts. He loved his sports and the river and all that that entails, and she loved music. That is why the girls are named Lisa and Julie. She loved the song ‘I’m Not Lisa’ sung by Jessi Colter. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the song, but one gal has blue eyes, and the other gal she sings about has brown eyes. And the funny thing about it is that Lisa does have blue eyes, and Julie has brown eyes, just like in the song. Bella named Benny after ‘Bennie and the Jets’ sung by Elton John. When they first married out of high school, my daughter seemed happy enough but then grew restless. She always wanted to have a singing career and be famous. She couldn’t wait to get out of this one horse town, as she called it. Grady loved living in this small town with his family. My husband and I own the marina here, and Grady’s folks died in a car crash when he was a teenager. Charlie kinda took him under his wing and let him work at the marina with him. He taught him all about the different boats we have and how to fix them and how to operate the business. Grady and the kids live on one of our houseboats during the warmer months and live in an apartment above the cupcake shop in the colder months. He was devastated when his wife just up and left without a word. We haven’t heard a word from Bella since. They never divorced, because he always hoped she would come back, and he also had no idea where to find her or how to get a hold of her. He didn’t know if she went to the West Coast, East Coast, or maybe to Nashville. As the time has gone on, I think he just wants to put the past behind him. Can’t blame him, but we love him, the girls, and Benny. They are our family. But it does make some days a little hectic, to say the least. But it keeps us young at heart, I guess. Well, now, enough of this talk. I’d better let you go so you can explore your dad’s place.

And with that, she turned and was gone. Tessa stood there for a minute, trying to digest everything that Marge had told her. Those poor little sisters and brother, she thought sadly with a lump in her throat. She gained respect for Marge and her husband, Charlie, whom she had yet to meet. Her heart also wept for the poor dad, who carried a tremendous load on his shoulders. Kudos to him, she thought, he must be a nice, wonderful man. Someone she thought she would like to meet. Now, she thought, I better hurry up and get in this building before there are any more surprise interruptions.

2

Tessa picked the keys out of her pocket that she absentmindedly placed in there during all the commotion. Thinking how this key was her link between her dad and what was important to him made her hesitate for a second. She wished with all of her heart that he was here to show her around. Taking a deep breath, she slipped the key in the slot and turned it and heard the click that unlocked the bright red door. She pushed open the door and, stepping in, saw a pretty large room. She tried the light switch beside the door to get a better look and was surprised to see the lights come on. She thought maybe when someone died, the electric company shut off the power. Tessa didn’t really know why she thought that; she just never had to deal with anything like this before. Again, she was sadly aware of how nice it would have been not to have had to do this by herself. She looked around the room. Everything was neat and tidy and looked to have been placed deliberately where it would be displayed to its best advantage.

Just like my dad, she thought out loud, a place for everything and everything in its place.

There was quite a display of cameras on the shelves lining the brick walls, and some were displayed under the counter in a locked clear case.

I wonder if those would be worth some money, she thought. What am I going to do with all these cameras? she asked herself as her eyes traveled over all the inventory. She continued walking farther into the shop and noticed a door just ahead of her. Must be to the outside, she thought. Looking to her left, she stood in front of a small room. The door was slightly ajar, so she pushed it open. Wow, she thought as she heaved the heavy door open. It was a compact bathroom. The interior of the room had only a pedestal sink and toilet on one side and a long countertop that took up the rest of the wall along the opposite side. Developer and fixer trays were lying on the counter with a red light bulb above it. It looked like her dad still enjoyed developing his own prints. So that’s why the door is so heavy, she mentally noted, recalling from her photography classes that you have to have a really good seal on the door so that no light can get in anywhere and wreck your developing process. A thin string across the adjacent wall by the mirror over the sink draped from one wall to the next. A few pictures were still hung there, left to dry. She glanced at them, and two of them caught her eye. They appeared to be of an intricate, massive steel bridge. They were in black and white. Maybe they were taken of the bridge at the edge of this town, she surmised. She made a mental note that she wanted to check out that bridge when she got the chance. The other two photos were of a run-down old barn that had interesting architectural features. The old building had gabled roofs and intricate finials that framed the broken-out windows. Tessa approved her father’s eye for finding beauty in old structures. Both photos showed two men in the corner of the pictures, obviously in a heated discussion. Her dad had captured one of the men driving his pointed outstretched