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Because before we’d left for Berlin, I had booked us a suite at the same hotel and paid for it personally, so I wouldn’t set off any alarms when our head of finance got the corporate credit card bill.

Her brows rose. “Just for me?”

“Well, for us, and then we’re being picked up to start our day of sightseeing. You know about the Jewish Museum, which we’re going to first. I’ve hired a private guide, so you can ask all the questions you want, and we won’t have to wait in any lines.” I rubbed my thumb across her lips. “We’ll then stop by Checkpoint Charlie, the Brandenburg Gate, the Wall Memorial—the required sites.” I paused, letting that settle in. “But aside from the museum, my most anticipated part of tomorrow is going to be the underground tour.”

“Underground?” Her head tilted. “I’m intrigued.”

“It’s a completely unexpected side of the city, where we’ll be shown war bunkers and air-raid shelters, and escape tunnels that were used during the war. The museum will show us one side of th