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your room," Mel said.  He'd been shocked at how much Lulu actually looked like the singer Julie so admired.  "Only her hair is bright pink on the underneath side."
"Pink!"  He watched his little sister's eyes went unfocused and he couldn't help but smile at what she must've been thinking.  "I bet I could rock pink hair…"
"Not on your life, Julie."
"But…"
"You wanna mess with your looks, do it when you turn eighteen.  Otherwise we're sticking with what you were given."  Mel reached out and tweaked her nose.  "And you look perfect just the way you are."
"You always say that," she pouted, swiping at his hand.  "What if I had the Honeys do it for me?"
"Then I'd have no choice but to take my belt to all y'all's backsides."  Chuckling, he turned to move around her as he walked to Der's bedroom door, rapping hard against the wood.  "Der, you've got the controls.  I'm leaving…"
The door wrenched open and was filled with the tall form of his ever-growing brother.  Though still on the thin side, the squirt had shot up another two inches since they'd landed in Missoula.
"I already told you, I'm not some damn babysitter!" Der yelled, his chin jutting out to punctuate his words.
"And I told you that, for tonight, you are," Mel ground out.  Why was everything a battle between the two of them?
"I'm not watching Jules."
"Why?  It's a school night and you're gonna be home anyway."  Mel tried appealing to his brother's logic which had always played a big part in swaying his younger sibling.
"Show's how much you know, dickwad!  I've got plans with my friends," Derek challenged with another chin lift. 
"Those plans are cancelled…"
"Oh, no they're not!  You can't tell me what to do, Mel.  You aren't my dad!  You're nothing but my 'custodial parent', right?  Isn't that what it says on the legal stuff?"
Mel couldn't help himself as he stepped forward and pressed his huge chest against his brother's much skinnier one in challenge.  "You know what that means, Der?  Do you?  That means it's my fucking ass on the line for all y'all.  That you do shit and I'm the one held accountable.  Is that what you want?  Well, is it?"
Derek glared at him before he shot around Mel and slammed out of the house.
Damn.
He'd lost it again and over what?  But the argument just epitomized how Der was no longer willing to be a part of their family.  That he wanted out maybe to even go back to Texas.
Mel sighed and glanced at Julie.
"Call Miss Dee," she offered with a small shaky smile.  "Either she'll come or one of the other Honeys will.  I'd rather stay with them than Derek anyway."
He pulled his phone from his back pocket and scrolled to Dee's contact info.
The background noise of what sounded like a party hit him first before Dee said, "And what do I owe this wonderful call from a hot young stud on a Tuesday night?"
"Hey, Dee.  Uhm, I was wondering if you or one of the other Honeys could watch Julie tonight.  I kind of have a date…"
"With the beautiful kittenish Ms. Palmer.  Yeah, I heard and was surprised you didn't ask earlier," the husky voice interrupted.
"I thought I could count on Derek to watch her but he bailed." 
"What time, sweetie?"  She cooed and for a moment Mel wondered if the older buxom woman had been drinking.  But quickly remembered that she always flirted with him especially on the phone.
"Ah, as soon as possible.  I'm supposed to be picking her up at…"
"Seven, yes I know.  Shit, everyone knows."  She laughed into Mel's shocked silence.  "I'll be there in ten.  Call her and let her know you're running a little bit late."
How did word get around?  Hell, he'd been approached by almost all the managers on some lame excuse but which had ended up being a conversation about how to work his date with Lulu.  Some, like Bishop and Silo, offered advice about taking it slow; that their receptionist wasn't that kind of girl.
Or like Dare saying that the woman was hot for him and he should, if given the