Chapter One
“G o kick stone,” Jocelyn yelled. Her eyes were narrowed into tight slits of anger. The tension in her body was near explosive. Was this the start of an argument or the end of one? Either way, the heat level was high and if it didn’t simmer soon there might be a need to call in legal reinforcements. Jocelyn looked as if she were ready to rip somebody’s head off—mainly her mother’s.
“Oh and what—die?” Jordana tacked her hands to her hips. Her bleached blond over tanned look was something Bambi couldn’t understand. Yes, her name was really Bambi. Yes, her mother was probably still high on pain medication when she named her. And yes, her name was the butt of all jokes until people realized Bambi was not a woman to be messed with.
“Just go kick stone! You always try to pick a fight with me. Pick it with somebody else.” The fifteen year old darted off down the hall and slammed her door shut. Bambi cringed at the loud bang and what sounded like the rattling of glass. Any harder and something could have fallen and broken. She was there to pick Jocelyn up for her father. He and Jordana had shared custody and Jocelyn, Lyn to her friends, was set to spend the entire summer with her father, Sterling. What a way to kick off a summer, she thought. But then she realized that Jocelyn would be fine once the root of the problem was no longer in sight.
Her mother, Jordana the Diva Lancaster was the world’s biggest witch. People could drop the w and add the second letter of the alphabet and they would still be accurate. Bambi wasn’t sure just what Sterling Lancaster saw in the woman. He said he was young. He dated her in high school and before going off to the Army he married her. She got pregnant in lightening speed, and then she flipped the script and became somebody he could barely live with. He said he would have left her sooner, but they had Jocelyn to keep in mind. But by year six of yelling, screaming and drama on the base, Sterling had enough. He filed for divorce at the same time he put in his papers for a transfer to an instructor position on base. Then two years later he left the Army and opened his own business. He found something he loved to do and he went with it. He was definitely happy now—except when he had to deal with Jordana. For a big military guy and hardnosed businessman he surely didn’t have a lot of guts when it came to dealing with his ex—which is why Bambi was the one picking up his pride and joy, “best part to come out of his marriage,” teen. On the other end of that, maybe he was just trying not to get arrested for shooting Jordana. Maybe that’s why he stayed away from her.
“You see what I deal with? His daughter is just like him. She looks like him too. Ugly little cunt.”
Bambi wanted to hit her now, but she refrained. She was peacekeeper between warring adults, not the garbage lady to take out the trash that was named Jordana. And thank God Jocelyn took more after her father’s family. She was beautiful. Her father was an Aussie-American-Japanese mix. He always laughed about that. His mother was more Australian Aborigine than Japanese. He said most people couldn’t understand the mix. His mother’s father had fallen in love with a Japanese woman touring the outback. He fell so deeply that he gave up his tribal home for her and she gave up her home in Japan. They settled in Sydney for ten years where they had London, his mother. They moved to Japan for all of five years before they moved back to Australia. London had hit the road the moment she graduated—or more like the air. She went to school in America where she met Professor Harris Lancaster, fell in love and married the high blond man with the crystal green eyes and the thick rimmed glasses.
Bambi had laughed at his use of words because Harris was high blond and his glasses were rather thick rimmed. Most cruel kids would have called them coke bottle glasses. The
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