Sarah thought better of it. “You should send an email.” She sighed, not liking what she was going to say. “If it were me, I’d rather get an email so I could take some time to think about it and process. She’ll probably panic at first that we know about Jamie and think that we’re going to gang up on her, or something.” She hated that she was probably right and going out of her way to make this a little easier on Trish.

Luke kissed her and stared deep into her eyes. “You always find a new way to amaze me.”

She scrunched her mouth into an angry pout, even if her mad was fading. “I’m still peeved about this misunderstanding.”

“Are you really mad at me, or Sean for making you have to bring the boys and Jamie together?”

She gave him a mock disgruntled frown that only made Luke grin. “Why do you have to be so smart?”

“You love that about me.”

She loved everything about him. She playfully shoved his shoulder. “Just do your lawyer thing without being so smug.”

He smiled, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

Bridget stared from her to Luke and back. “You two are really great together.”

Luke stopped tapping at his phone and looked up at Bridget. “Are you two good now?”

Bridget eyed her. “I hope so.”

“We are,” Sarah confirmed.

If Bridget could admit that she’d been wrong and believed some of Sean’s lies, Sarah could forgive.

Luke stepped away to compose the email on his phone.

“I hope things will be different for all of us now.” Sarah glanced back at the boys, knowing that if Trish agreed to bring Jamie and the boys together, everything would be different again.

She’d hoped to never see or hear about Trish. She didn’t know if she was ready to bring Trish back into her life and what that would look like now.

Maybe Trish would refuse to speak to her about Jamie.

Maybe she’d agree to some kind of a relationship.

No matter what, the boys had family out there and she wouldn’t deny them the chance to know Jamie, whether it was in person or by some other means.

Maybe she’d have to start stalking Trish’s Facebook page herself to make it happen.

Luke took his seat again. “I sent it and included your cell number. Now we wait.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Luke had asked his parents and brother to arrive early, so he could tell them about Sarah and the boys. They were settled in the living room watching his niece, Emma, play.

Luke handed his mom a glass of wine—the others already had a drink—and he took a seat facing all of them.

His mom studied him for a moment. “Spill it, Luke. What’s wrong?”

“Missing the office?” his dad asked. “Because we’re happy to have you back full-time.”

Jason shook his head. “Speak for yourself.” Of course he was teasing. They’d always worked well together.