Werner was flummoxed. He might have a way with words, but understanding a woman was way beyond his capabilities. Shaking his head, he returned to his desk, wondering what he’d done wrong. Shouldn’t Marlene be pleased that he was looking out for her friend?
The ringing telephone interrupted his thoughts and he answered it, “Werner Böhm.”
“Hey, Werner, it’s Norbert. You haven’t forgotten the party invitation from the Americans, have you?”
Shoot. “Of course not.” Werner glanced at his wristwatch. The party had already started. “I called at your office,” he lied, “that I’m running late, but I’m on my way as we speak.”
Shoot“Hurry up, you’re missing out,” Norbert laughed and hung up.
Nothing was further from his mind than chatting and drinking with rowdy men he’d never seen before. But in
