Page 414 of The Sinner: James

Through some miracle, she moves her hand dismissively, dispersing the tension between us.

“Relax. I’m teasing you,” she says, not exactly smiling but not showing anger toward me either.

A sigh of relief falls from my lips.

“How is James Sexton?” she asks, munching on another slice of apple.

“He’s good. He travels a lot.”

She tosses me a glance.

“Work?”

“Yes.”

“No planning for kids, huh?”

“Not right now.”

“You have enough time.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“Nah... I didn’t want to wait. I’d rather have them sooner than later.”

My mouth drops open again.

She catches sight of my bewildered expression and chuckles.

“You never imagined I’d say something like this, did you?” she asks, more relaxed.

“Honestly? No.”

“Well, I never thought you’d end up being James Sexton’s wife, either, so we’re even, I guess.”

There’s no innuendo in her voice, yet commenting is out of the question, so I tip my gaze down, grab my coffee, and keep my mouth shut.

“He’s not a bad man, either,” she says, her stare burning holes into my face.

“Who are you talking about?” I ask.

“James Sexton.”

I stare at her.

“What makes you say that?”

A slow smile tugs at her lips.

“You got lucky with him, sis.”

I open my mouth to retort, but her hand goes up, stopping me.

“I’m not teasing you this time. I really mean it.”

She pushes the plate away from her and crashes back into her seat, hugging a pillow to comfort herself.

She weighs her words before talking again.

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