“About time,” Margaret snapped, like Sarah had somehow become the butler.

Sarah opened the door, disappointed to find Sean’s sister, Bridget, standing on the porch and not Luke.

“About time,” Bridget snapped in the same tone Margaret liked to use on her. “What took you so long?”

“I was helping the boys with their homework.”

Bridget walked in, making Sarah have to stand back and out of the way before she got run over.

Sarah was getting really tired of the cold shoulder and outright attacks from Margaret. She didn’t need more of them from Bridget, too.

Bridget went to Margaret and hugged her. “Hi, Mom. How are you?” She glanced back at Sarah, then focused on Margaret again. “Everything okay?”

Like Sarah would do something to harm Margaret. She rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide her irritation.

“Yes. I’m fine. Just waiting for the boys to come down so we can have some fun with Sophia.”

Sarah’s gaze fell on the pretty ten-year-old who walked in behind her mom. “Oh my God, Sophia, you’ve grown a foot since I last saw you.”

Bridget pinned her with an angry stare-down. “It happened when you refused to let Sean visit his family. You could care less if the kids really get to know each other.”

Bridget’s hostility made Sophia uncomfortable, and the little girl took a step away from all the adults.

“Sean did whatever he wanted.” A fact Margaret and Bridget never accepted. Since she couldn’t make any headway with them, she focused on her niece. “How have you been, sweetheart?”

“Good, Aunt Sarah.”

“How is your dad?” she asked, hoping to show Sophia that she still cared about her and her family.

“Hopefully crying over his new girlfriend dumping him if she’s smart.” The venom in Bridget’s voice made Sophia’s embarrassed and hurt gaze drop to the floor.

Sarah took a step closer to Sophia. “I was really sorry to hear about your parents’ divorce. That’s got to be really rough.”

Sophia’s head came up and she nodded.

“The boys are upstairs in their room. They can’t wait to see you. I might have also left a present upstairs with them for you.”

The sadness in Sophia’s eyes disappeared behind her excitement.

“Go on up and get it.” Sarah waited for Sophia to leave before she turned to Bridget. “What is wrong with you?”

“Me? You’re the one who sent Sean over the edge and kept the boys from us all this time.”

“If you wanted to see them, all you had to do was ask.”

“Like you’d bring them.”

“They’re here,” she pointed out.

Bridget pressed her lips tight. “And you’re here.” The snide tone irritated Sarah. “But we both know it’s only because Mom threatened to take you to court.”

“All either of you had to do was ask. We don’t need a lawyer or judge. It’s unnecessary and a waste of money when a civilized conversation would do.”

Margaret joined in on the attack. “Sarah loves spending Sean’s money. She had her housekeeper drive in to clean my house and called a gardening service.”