Here is a sneak peek into my next release. You met Blackjack from the Cantin Chapter and heard a little about his family. Now you get a glimpse into the madness. Finding Home should be released by mid to late December. I hope you enjoy!
This teaser is unedited and subject to changes as the author deems necessary.
They were halfway out of the building when we heard the cheerleading coach, “Camile, you forgot your receipt.”
Blackjack stopped and waited as Camile walk back down the hall and took the piece of paper. He heard her thank the teacher before turning and walking back to us in the hallway. As he turned back around to leave he noticed a teacher standing in the classroom doorway just down from them. “Are you their Dad?” She gestured to Camile, Brody, and Brady.
Blackjack decided he didn’t want to try to explain their family situation. He nodded and decided that later they could hash it all out when she found out they had different last names. “Yep. Do they owe you money too?” he asked. She was taken aback and paused to compose herself before he continued. He could tell by her look she had no clue what he was talking about. “Never mind, what did you need?”
He took a quick glance up and down before comparing her height to the kids. She was much shorter than even Camile. She had sandy blonde shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and a slim frame. She had an impressive chest for someone as small as she was, and Blackjack couldn’t help but linger on her perfect breast. She ducked her head and pulled at her blouse to cover more of her chest, obviously uncomfortable with him staring. He tried to concentrate on her face, but her body begged him to travel from full chest that tapered in to trim waist and thick hips that could cradle a man all night. He heard a few throats clear and his eyes automatically went to her eyes.
She looked back to him and motioned to the boys, “Well we are only a couple of weeks into the semester and they haven’t turned in any assignments. Getting this behind in the beginning of the semester isn’t good.” She stopped before taking a deep breath and continuing, “Now maybe they are just forgetting to turn in the assignments. I just hope they are taking the class seriously, even though it is an elective, they are required to pass a certain number of them and they both need this class to graduate with the required amount, unless they plan on summer school.”
“Maybe they did forget. I mean forgetfulness, apparently, runs in this family. Two of them forgot to tell me they tried out for teams and made it. They also forgot to mention that they needed almost a thousand dollars for the uniforms and equipment for two extracurricular activities that they didn’t bother to tell anyone about.” He looked over to the boys and they were just standing there as if they had no idea what the teacher was referring to, as if. Blackjack wanted this damn day to be over, but he had learned long ago that he had to be consistent and deal with them as soon as any infraction was brought to my attention, “Boys, what class do you take with Mrs..?”
“Miss Collier,” she provided as she looked from him to the boys.
They looked from where their gaze had fallen to the floor back up at him and answered, “Family studies.”
He couldn’t even begin to guess why they were in that class, but it couldn’t hurt them considering their father. “I expect you all to stop ‘forgetting’ and to turn your assignments in every single day. I also expect to get a pristine report when I have the nine weeks conference. Understand me?” They nodded but wouldn’t meet his stare.
Miss Collier gave him a nervous look before asking, “I would also like to have a word in private if I could?”
Blackjack nodded at her and turned to his crew, “You all go get into the car and I will be there in a couple of minutes.”
Blackjack handed Brody the keys and watched as they all headed out the door. He walked into the classroom with Miss Collier, “Is it the boys still?”
He could tell she was uncomfortable when she had to ask him to step into her classroom. He was used to women being uncomfortable with him as he was much taller than most women. He towered over her and with full sleeves of tattoos up his arms, most women perceived him as intimidating despite his attempt to seem as easy going as possible. She walked around and put her desk between them before gesturing for him to a full-size chair on the opposite side, “No this happens to be about Camile.”
Blackjack took the seat, a little surprised that they needed to talk about Camile. “Is she not turning in her work? She is usually the one I never have to worry about. She’s my perfect A student,” he pondered to myself all the while thinking that they were going to give him gray hair early.
“No. Camile is a wonderful student and I do not have a problem in class with her. She always turns her work in and asks everyone else if they need help.” he breathed out a relieved sigh, “However, she has come to me several time over things that I believe her mother, or your wife should be handling. As her school teacher I’m only allowed to speak with her about certain things.”
“I ain’t married and her mother isn’t in the picture. What could she possibly be asking you about that you are too busy to deal with?” He asked slightly agitated since she had just bragged on Camile.
She turned pale and scooted back in her chair before sitting up a little straighter, “It isn’t that I’m too busy, but I am only allowed to teach and answer certain questions. She had no clue about menstruation and the reproductive system, if you must know. I checked, and she was excluded when all of the girls went in and had the class about all of this. You marked and signed that you did not want her to participate.” She stopped, and he was dumbfounded, but she continued, “She was given pads and a brief talk from the nurse. Every month she has asked the nurse for feminine hygiene products and medicine for cramps, not that we mind, but we cannot supply them for all female students every month.”
Blackjack almost choked when she told him, and he was at a loss for words. He stammered for a moment before answering, “I will have a talk with her about it.” Even though Blackjack told Miss Collier he would speak with Camile, he didn’t know how he was going to bring up the subject. He could barely give the boys the sex talk without feeling like a fuckin’ creep. It normally ended up with him throwing them a box of condoms and telling them to keep it wrapped up.
“Please don’t make her feel uncomfortable. If you make a big deal she will think she was doing something wrong, and that simply isn’t true. Maybe have her call an aunt or a female friend you have,” she said as she rushed over to him. She was trying to protect Camile from an even more embarrassing situation and, judging by her demeanor, him. Blackjack admired the teacher for taking such a vested role in her student’s life.
“Miss Collier rest assured I will be as delicate as I possibly can, despite the fact that I don’t want to have this talk at all,” He told her as he looked down into her chocolate brown eyes.
She nodded and quickly looked around him and Blackjack followed her gaze to see Camile. She peeked around the door with Drake and Fiona behind her, “They B boys are causing problems, again.”
Miss Collier looked to him, “B boys, it that what you call them?”
Camile began to explain as she pointed to Blackjack, “His name starts with an A. The boys are B’s: Brody, and Brady. Then me, Camile, my brother Drake, and then Fiona.”
Camile nodded and looked to him with a sweet innocent smile. “Is there an E name?” Miss Collier asked after a moment.
“Oh, well, Fiona’s mom couldn’t think of an E name that my father liked so they went to F.” He told her since Camile had spilled her guts, “She almost got the God-awful name Ellie Mae.” He shook his head and continued, “Thank God she was spared that.”
He looked over to Miss Collier, but she wasn’t laughing. Camile placed her hand over her mouth in complete mortification. Blackjack turned and looked down at the name plate on the desk which very clearly read Ellie M Collier.
He knew when to quit with a woman so he didn’t try to make it better. Blackjack simply turned and walked out before he could stick his foot in his mouth again. As he reached his SUV, he looked into the backseat at Brody and Brady, “You better not expect any brownie points from Miss Collier. Do your fucking work if you want to pass that damn class. And do me a favor?”
The boys nodded, “Take another type of elective next semester, some kind of shop or P.E. shit that you two can pass without me having to ride your asses.”