Page 507 of The Sinner: James

He shrugs, sliding his gaze up to my eyes.

“A woman is waiting for him in London. She’s a possibility, although he doesn’t want to be tied down.”

I swallow the fruit, enjoying it tremendously, before sipping more champagne.

He continues.

“He’s a wrecking ball. Besides that, he knows what he wants but doesn’t know how to get it.”

“What happened to his father?”

“New family. New life, I guess,” he deadpans.

“How is Theresa?”

“Doing okay. She wants me to visit her.”

“Did she say anything about moving back?”

“She’s not interested. Neither is he.”

He looks down for a moment.

“It’s understandable,” he says. “Twenty years is a long time to be living overseas. She has a new home. When it comes to him, it’s all he knows.”

“Did you tell Lex?”

“They both know.”

“They didn’t say a word to me.”

He shoots me a glance.

“I asked them not to.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want you to get worried.”

“Something could’ve happened to you. It’s normal to want to know this stuff. And get worried.”

“It wouldn’t have changed a thing. Besides, nothing happened to me.”

Our eyes lock, and my chin trembles a little. His lips crease into a soft smile.

He shifts in his chair and leans toward me before taking my hand and squeezing it gently.

“You can’t always think the worst. Life is life, baby.”

I look at him, unable to plaster a smile on my face.

He kisses the back of my hand before pushing out of his chair, making me rise as well.

“Let’s get dressed. Lex is waiting for us.”

I don’t move, my hand still linked with his, my gaze sweeping his bare chest before locking his eyes again.

He wraps his arms around me.

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