Page 516 of The Sinner: James

“Isn’t it a bit early? There are a few more days,” I say, smiling. “I’m sure you know that.”

“Of course, I know that.”

A grin pulls at her lips while she pours a drink for me. She hands it to me before cutting the cake.

I glance around the room.

Tastefully decorated, her house has two floors, an elegant interior, a small oval-shaped pool, and a nice view.

Bright sunlight slides across the water before entering the house through the large windows and sweeping the cream walls and marble floors.

A wrought iron stairwell in rich black and dark amber hues connects the first floor to the upper level.

French textiles, modern art, elegant ceramic vases crammed with flowers, and silk curtains complement the stylish decor.

The house reflects her innate taste for beauty, which hasn’t diminished with time.

I dip my eyes to the chocolate cake, and a thought pops into my head, making me smile.

I rest my elbows on the table while she slides into a chair.

“Is that your apology?” I ask, pointing to the cake.

A skintight dress with a red roses pattern on a white background highlights her silhouette.

She wears little to no makeup except for mascara and red lipstick.

“It’s your favorite cake.”

I smile.

“It was when I was twelve.”

Her grin falters, although I had no intention of hurting her.

“I’m sure you still like it. Just give it a try.”

I taste it.

It’s good, just the way it used to be. Her eyes don’t leave my face.

“How is it?” she asks.

“It’s delicious.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

She sounds relieved.

We eat in silence for a few moments.

“Coffee?” she asks.

“Not for me. Thank you.”

She pours a cup for herself while my gaze hovers over the room again.

“It’s a nice place.”

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