Page 369 of The Sinner: James

“That’s pretty much all there is for me. I can’t think of anything else. As I said before, if I can’t find a man...”

My hand flicks up.

“Got it.”

“It wasn’t my intention to make you feel bad,” she murmurs, saddened.

I gesture at her again.

“No, no. You’re right. We’ll take it one step at a time. You find your man, and I’ll try to keep my man happy.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Perfect. Now let's get some sleep. We leave early in the morning.”

4

RAIN

Monaco

“I think I’m bisexual,”Eve says, shielding her eyes from the sun, her eyes trained in the distance.

I choke on my lemonade.

“What?” I mumble, coughing and laughing.

She chuckles, too, flicking her chin toward the water in front of us.

I’m sure the glistening blue sea has nothing to do with it.

Tucked in lounge chairs with her wearing a sky-blue halter-style bikini swimsuit and me a two-piece black sexy little number, we peer at the people walking up and down the beach.

I look at the shore, searching for what has prompted her comment.

Two men stand by the water, talking and laughing, glancing at us.

“By ‘bisexual,' you mean you like two men at the same time...?” I say under my breath, my chest hurting from all that laughing-coughing stuff going on.

Her eyes gleam with mischief.

“Double portion, please,” she says quietly, tossing a vixen look at them over the rim of her sunglasses. “Since I’ve been on a diet for so long, I have a lot of catching up to do, and these two are just what the doctor ordered.”

I swing my gaze in their direction.

They turn their muscular backs to us and flex their arms, running their fingers through their hair.

The devils know.

“You can do a lot of things with them,” I say, taking in their athletic bodies.

They arch their backs and cock their hips, their swimming shorts outlining their bulges.

“They look like a lot of trouble,” I say, studying them.

She observes them too.

“They’re trying to figure out who wants what,” she says, tipping her sunglasses up her nose and hiding her eyes.