But then, Claus was fast losing the will to fight it. All he’d planned on doing was showing Alicia the man he’d carefully hidden behind a wall of ice for so very long. How could he have known she’d already seen him, who he really was? The rest of the sightseeing trip into East Berlin was just that—sightseeing. It had been a nostalgic turn down memory lane for him, but it hadn’t given her much more insight than she already had. He could tell. The way she looked at him spoke volumes. She didn’t need to see any of it, and she needed to know even less. He felt like a fool for even trying to push her away with his past. And cowardly. There was no shock in hearing the thug kid he’d once been. Not for her. The reaction to his former antics ranged from sad smiles to honest giggles. Not one gasp of shock or look of disbelief. What had he expected? She already knew he was a killer—he’d murdered a man the first time he’d met her. Yes, it had been her tormentor, and in essence he had killed for her.
