Angel Lane by Sheila Roberts

Author:Sheila Roberts
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780312384821
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

Whatever her motives for starting her girls’ baking class, Sarah was determined to finish it with a big heart and a big smile.

Big heart, big smile, she repeated to herself on Monday afternoon as she dealt with spilled pumpkin on the floor, Beanie dropping a hot pad on the heating element and catching it on fire, and Damaris declaring their finished product, pumpkin cookies, “Okay.”

The only silver lining in the afternoon’s cloud was that Sarah would be getting rid of Damaris on time thanks to a dinner invitation from Lissa. “Go with God,” she said to George.

“Thanks,” he said. “I survived Desert Storm. I should be able to survive this. If I’m lucky.”

“Just remember how fast they grow up,” Sarah told him. “It will all be over sooner than you think.”

They were still talking when Leo Steele sauntered over from across the street. “Looks like a party over here,” he said with a wink. “Thought I’d join in.”

“I wouldn’t call having a bunch of kids running around my place a party,” said George. “More like a bad case of insanity.”

“We’ve been having a cooking class,” Sarah explained. “George is here to pick up his granddaughters.”

Leo stuck out a hand. “Nice to see ya again.”

George shook hands with him, but Sarah could tell by his cool reception that he had no desire to become buddies with Leo. That made two of them.

“I came over to see if you had a can of tomato soup I could buy,” Leo said to Sarah. “I’m all out.”

“I do. And you certainly don’t need to pay me. I always keep extras on hand to use in my spaghetti sauce.”

“I should get going,” George said. “Come on, girls,” he called. “Time to go get hamburgers.”

That was all it took to send the girls squealing to his car. He gave a casual wave and followed them. He was just driving away when a familiar white truck pulled into the driveway. Out stepped Sam. Her husband’s easy, sanguine nature had earned him the nickname Smilin’ Sam, but today he wasn’t smiling.

“Hi,” she called. “What are you doing here?” He’d made it abundantly clear he wouldn’t be stopping by on baking-class day.

“Just came home to check on a few things,” Sam said, looking at Leo.

“I guess I’ll shove off,” Leo said.

“Wait. Your soup,” said Sarah.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.”

She hurried into the house and fetched soup from the pantry. Both the men remained on the porch. It wasn’t like Sam not to invite someone in. She was glad he hadn’t stayed true to form today, though. She was pooped.

“Well, I got my money on the Seahawks,” Leo was saying. “Ah, there’s what I need. Now I can eat tonight. Tomato soup and grilled-cheese sandwiches.”

That was all he was having? She had leftover pot roast in the fridge. She opened her mouth to offer him some, but Sam was already bidding Leo good-bye and towing her into the house. What was going on? Was her husband suddenly sex-starved?

“Okay, why are you here?” she demanded as soon as the door shut behind them.

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