Sarah guessed another reason. “You didn’t want her to find out that maybe I had a reason to be angry with him.”

Bridget sat back. “I said I was sorry.”

Luke took the seat beside Sarah and took her hand. “Sean is the one who should be sorry.”

Sarah’s heart felt heavy again. She didn’t know what to do with this information now that she had it. She stared at the boys playing so happily with their cousin, laughing and running around and just having fun. Without their sister.

“Damnit.”

Luke squeezed her hand, somehow understanding her reluctant decision. “I’ll make the call as a lawyer for the family. I can let Trish know that you and Bridget have both discovered that Jamie is Sean’s daughter and that you’re interested in . . .” Luke waited for her to fill in the blank.

It took her a minute to define what she wanted, because having any kind of relationship with Sean’s mistress never crossed her mind. “We are interested in developing a relationship between Jamie and her brothers, as well as visitation with Sean’s family.”

Luke squeezed her hand again. “Very well put.” He touched her chin to get her to look at him. “And very big of you, Sarah. I know this can’t be easy. I wish I’d been more specific—”

She shook her head. “For all of Sean’s secrets that I kept, I always knew there were more that I didn’t know.”

“I’m sure you didn’t want to know this,” Bridget said.

“No. But now that I do, and if Trish agrees, I think it’s best if the children know they’re siblings. How I’m going to explain that to the boys . . . I don’t know. But I will.”

Luke brushed his hand down her hair. “I’ll call her and see if she’s willing to talk about letting the kids see each other.”

“Maybe we could start with a playdate where she drops Jamie off and picks her up.”

Bridget eyed her. “Do you really think she’s going to be comfortable just leaving her kid with you?”

“Do you think she wants to spend time with me and give me the opportunity to tell her what I really think of her?” Sarah would probably hold it together and swallow all the vile things she’d like to spew at Trish, for the kids’ sakes, but it would be tempting to lash out.

But lashing out would make it difficult if not impossible for Jack and Nick to get to know Jamie.

If Sarah could visit the woman who hated her most in the world for six weeks and make it work, she could do a couple of hours on a playdate with her husband’s mistress.

She’d make sure to have a bottle of wine chilled for after the boys went to bed and she drank her feelings. Maybe a visit with Trish would require brownies, too.

Luke kissed the back of her hand and stood to make the call.