Page 405 of The Sinner: James

The rain has stopped, and the sunset shines over the horizon.

He turns around.

“Out?” I ask again.

He gives me a warm smile.

“Yeah. The big boss asked me to check on you and make sure you get out of the house.”

“Did he?”

He looks at me, his hands tucked in his pockets, his lips curved into a smile.

“Yes.”

“Where’s Dahlia?”

“Visiting her mom.”

“She knows about this?”

“Of course she does.”

“Where do you want to take me?”

“Anywhere outside this bedroom,” he says, dragging his gaze around. “When was the last time you left the house?” he asks.

I plop onto the bed.

“Did Veronica talk to you?”

He moves his gaze back to me.

“Who’s Veronica?”

“The housekeeper.”

“She probably did, but not to me.”

“She ratted me out to James?”

“Most likely,” he says, grinning.

“We can have dinner here.”

“Out of the house,” he says, smiling. “His instructions were clear.”

Grinning, I push off the bed.

“Okay. Give me a few minutes.”

I dash to the walk-in closet and almost fall over the racks as I spin around, looking for something to wear.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say hurriedly.

It takes me less than ten minutes to put on a summer dress, brush my hair, and slip into a pair of sandals.

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