Still Into You by Roni Loren Page B

talking to and looked over his shoulder at Seth. “Oh, hey.”
    “Sorry to interrupt,” Seth said. “But I need to know if you’ve seen my wife tonight.”
    Ian frowned and shifted on his stool. “Man, this isn’t really the kind of place where you report on people’s whereabouts.”
    Seth took a breath, reeling in his urge to grab the guy’s shirt and demand answers. If Ian got the vibe that Seth was some husband scorned, he would never get any information. “I understand, but I had to run up to the city for work tonight and it ran later than expected. I don’t care if she’s with someone, I just want to make sure she’s all right.”
    Ian eyed Seth for a moment, then, apparently buying the story, cocked a thumb toward the door. “She left earlier with Master Van.”
    Seth’s throat tightened. “Master Van?”
    “Yeah, Kade Vandergriff. Usually rents the cottage near the north vineyards. The one with the vines growing on the walls.”
    Ian turned back toward his date, but the whole room seemed to blur in Seth’s vision. Kade Vandergriff.
Kade-fucking-Vandergriff
. Leila had left with the man who’d she’d said made her feel wanted. Beautiful.
    Seth wanted to punch something. He wanted to heave. He wanted to fucking choke the guy with his bare hands. He wanted to kick himself.
    He managed to mumble a thank you to Ian and set off to find the cottage.
    Of course the place had to be on the other side of the planet. Seth stomped across the quiet grounds, so many emotions whipping through him he could barely form complete thoughts. He should’ve been coming up with a plan on what he was going to do once he knocked on this jerk-off’s door, but he couldn’t even get his head together enough to do that. Logic and plans had gotten him to this point, so maybe instinct was the way to go.
    When he reached the cabin with the vines, he didn’t even pause to consider anything more. He climbed up the steps and pounded on the door like a cop ready to break it down. “Open up, Vandergriff.”
    A few seconds passed and Seth raised his fist to pound again, but the heavy lock on the door clinked and a shirtless blond dude appeared in the doorway. The guy—Kade, no doubt—ran a hand over his face, obviously trying to shake the sleep from his brain. “Who the hell are you?”
    “Is Leila here?” Seth asked between clenched teeth.
    Kade crossed his arms and gave Seth a knowing look. “Ah, you must be the husband.”
    Seth wanted to beat that smug look off the guy’s face. He crowded Kade against the door, the top of his head about to blow off. “You make a habit of fucking other people’s wives, asshole? Can’t find one for yourself?”
    His blue eyes narrowed. “Make a habit of abandoning yours at a sex club, friend?”
    Seth’s fist balled, ready to strike.
    “Seth?” The soft, gasped word was unmistakable.
    Both men turned their heads, and Seth lowered his arm. Leila stood there in nothing but bare feet, a man’s T-shirt, and bed head. His chest clenched at the sight of her.
    So she’d screwed him.
    Seth had left her here, and she’d given herself over to the temptation. He wanted to be angry, to yell at her, to beat this rich fucker to the ground. But instead, something deep and primal inside him took hold. This was his fault. He hadn’t done his job as a man. He’d chased her to this place. Into another guy’s bed.
    And now it was time to fucking fix it.
    He shoved past Kade and stalked toward his wife. Leila’s eyes widened. “Seth, listen—”
    But a yelp cut off her words as he lifted her by the waist and hauled her over his shoulder. He locked an arm around the backs of her thighs and turned toward the door. “I don’t want to hear a word from you. Not one word until we get back to our own cabin.”
    Kade stepped in front of him, blocking his way.
    “Get the fuck out of my way, man,” Seth warned, his tone lethally calm.
    “She isn’t going anywhere unless she wants to.”
    He glared at