Chapter 31
Peter stood up when he saw her coming towards him, a smile on his tense face. Anna squinted her eyes at him, praying that he didn’t bear bad news. After their recent scare, she’d become so accustomed to reading every one of his expressions – and probably reading too much into them.
“Sweetheart.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lightly on the lips before he pulled out the chair for her. “What do you want to eat?”
“What do they have?” She let her eyes travel across the meager contents of the show window. She spied a brioche braid and pointed at it. “The Hefezopf looks good.”
Minutes later Peter returned to their small table in the corner of the bakery with two mugs of Ersatzkaffee, and a plate with two pieces of Hefezopf. Anna raised a brow as he almost spilled t
