Victor was dumbstruck. Since it was she who’d always insisted theirs was merely a relationship of convenience and had nothing to do with true emotions, he wasn’t prepared for such a violent reaction.
She’d known all along that he would leave Berlin after the airport was finished – to Wiesbaden or the States, what difference did it make? In a blockaded city any distance was insurmountable.
With a confused glance at the furious woman standing at the window and glaring daggers at him he quickly gathered up his clothing and left the bedroom, using the kitchen to get dressed again. She wasn’t a good markswoman, but he wouldn’t want to risk her throwing the second one of her shoes at him and by chance hitting him with that vicious heel.
He was angry, but more with himself than with her. He’d
