18. The Man Babysitter

'What the . . .?' Channing yelled, stopping himself just in time from swearing. 'Why is she going to stay with me?'

From afar Chauncey tsk-tsked and continued to walk towards the house. Forgetting his niece, Channing stormed towards his brother.

'Don't you dare do that and walk into my house,' he ground through his teeth, pulling his brother back.

Thankfully, Honey hadn't stopped walking and was now almost at the front yard.

'Hey, easy bro. You're not going to take her? Then go tell her you don't want her. Come on, go there and tell your niece her uncle thinks she's going to be a burden.'

Channing gritted his teeth till his head started to ache. 'You son of a gun!' he spat out through clenched teeth. 'You're hightailing it!'

Chauncey shrugged, a smile dangling on his lips. 'I've got a business deal to attend to in Manhattan, tell that to Father, with love.'

Channing almost puked blood at this. He grabbed hold of the front of Chauncey's T-shirt. 'You fucking coward. You're going to lea