Twins For The Soldier. Rochelle Alers

the Pullman, storing it in the SUV’s cargo area.

      He closed the passenger-side door once Angela was belted in.

      Angela’s chest rose and fell heavily as she stared out the windshield. “You just got back and this is the second time I’ve burdened you with my problems. But I didn’t know who else to call.” She didn’t have any close friends from high school, and had made it a practice not to discuss her personal business with coworkers.

      Lee gave her a quick glance. “It’s okay, Angie.”

      “Nothing is going to be okay until I finally move out and take control of my own life. When I told her that I was going to look for a house she went off on me, and I knew I couldn’t spend another night under her roof without losing it completely. The woman knows exactly what buttons to push to make me lose it.”

      Decelerating, Lee rested his right hand on her denim-covered knee and gave it a gentle squeeze while steering with his left. “That’s because she knows what to say to set you off.”

      Angela slowly shook her head. “She messes with me so much that I’ve learned to ignore her, especially when the kids are around, because I don’t want them to see their mother go ballistic on their grandmother. She said something so twisted tonight that I knew I couldn’t spend another minute there.”

      “Where do you want to go?”

      She stared at Lee’s distinctive profile. She had always thought him incredibly handsome, but his attractiveness didn’t end there. He exuded a masculinity that was almost palpable. “I’d like to spend the night with you.”

      Lee’s foot hit the brake, causing the vehicle to come to an abrupt stop. “No!”

      Angela gave him an incredulous look. “Why not?”

      “Because where I’m staying only has one bedroom.”

      “Do you have a sofa?”

      “Yes.”

      “Then I’ll sleep on your sofa. It’ll be just for tonight.” Angela wanted to tell Lee that she could check in to a hotel or motel, but she didn’t want to be alone. Not tonight. And not when she needed to bare her soul about pretending to be strong when it was something she struggled with every day for the benefit of others and her children.

      Lee exhaled an audible, ragged sigh. “Okay, Angela. Just for tonight. If you need someplace to stay, then I’ll call Vivi and have her put you up.”

      Angela clutched the hand on her knee. “I really appreciate it.”

      Lee pulled his hand away and activated the Bluetooth feature on the dash, connecting it to Viviana’s number. “Hey, Vivi,” he said when her greeting came on the speaker. “I have Angela with me and I’m asking if you can do her a favor.”

      “Of course. What does she need?”

      “Can you prepare one of the bedroom suites for her? She’ll be there tomorrow and she will let you know how long she’s staying.”

      “That’s not a problem. I’ll put her in the suite across from mine. What about her twins?”

      “They’re away for the summer, so it’ll just be her.”

      “No problem. Give her my number and have her call me before she comes over just in case I may have to step out.”

      “I will.” He disconnected the call and met Angela’s eyes. “You’re all set.”

      Slumping against the leather seat, she nodded. “Thank you so much.”

       Chapter Four

      Angela felt as if she could finally exhale after so many years of holding herself in check. Her appearance on the ramp had been touted as the next coming of supermodel Naomi Campbell, when in reality Angela had been just a frightened teenage girl who had to psych herself up before taking that first step onto the runway. And no one knew of her insecurities about her height and waif-thin body, which had become the brunt of jokes from her peers who called her Olive Oyl, the skinny cartoon character from Popeye