"Sis," The man parked the car, his gaze fixed on the tall, upright figure striding into the upscale private restaurant.
"Brother Vincent just went in."
"I CAN SEE!"
Melissa's voice carried a barely restrained fury, each word gritted between her teeth.
The man flinched at the audible grinding sound behind him.
Why did he get the feeling his sister-in-law was genuinely furious?
"Sis, you—"
"Wait here," Melissa snapped, flinging the car door open and stepping out with barely contained rage.
"I'm going to see if he's really here to dine with another woman."
If he was... she'd make sure that bastard regretted it.
**SLAM!**
The deafening crash of the car door perfectly punctuated the inferno of her temper.
What had he just heard?
The man in the driver's seat swallowed hard, stunned by the revelation.
Brother Vincent had ditched his wife to have dinner with another woman?
No way.
