Page 411 of The Sinner: James

The sarcasm in her voice grates on my ear.

“Yes, us.”

She looks away just as Raoul enters the room with a cup of coffee.

He places it on the table in front of me before bringing the cream and the sugar and setting them next to it.

“I didn’t know how you like it,” he says, friendly again.

“Thank you. It’s perfect,” I say, smiling.

He looks at Daria, who doesn’t take her eyes away from me.

“No coffee for you, honey,” he says, bending over and kissing my sister on her head.

“Okay,” she grumps.

“I’ll let you two talk,” he says, retreating and ignoring her foul mood. “I’ll be in the other room if you need me.”

With that, he walks away.

“He seems like a nice guy,” I say, pouring cream and sugar into my coffee and stirring my drink with a teaspoon.

“Yeah... He is,” she says curtly.

“What happened with Weston?”

“How do you know about Weston?”

“Your neighbor told me.”

She makes a dismissive gesture, and that trail of information ends right there.

I don’t expect her to tell me more about her ex-boyfriend.

“What’s new with you?” I ask, giving up on Weston.

I take a sip of coffee.

She slides back into her seat, folding a leg under her.

“I’m pregnant,” she deadpans, my cup of coffee still connected to my lips.

I choke on the hot drink.

I peel the cup away from my mouth before coughing for a few good moments.

A devilish smile curls her lips.

She hasn’t changed a bit.

“Pregnant?” I ask, my eyes going to her top as I run a napkin over my lips.

Hence the ‘no coffee for you, honey.’

“Yup.”

I lift my gaze.

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