Anja shivered as goose bumps spread over every centimeter of her skin. That would teach her not to tease Susanne. Apparently, she could out-flirt her without making half an effort. “You don’t want to know what I was thinking of,” she mumbled under her breath. More loudly, she added, “Paper boats.”

The look on Susanne’s face made Anja burst out laughing.

“Paper boats?” Susanne repeated.

“Yes. Were you expecting something else?” Anja asked in her most innocent tone.

“No. I was thinking of origami all along, of course.”

Anja grinned at her. “Mm-hmm. Sure. I’ve been thinking about what you said at Paperworld. About tying our products to our location. One of the things that make Freiburg special is the Bächle. They even sell Bächle boats at the farmers market.”

“Yeah, I saw them. What about them?”

“I thought we could make our own. Not for sale, just as a decoration to point passersby toward the store. We could make paper boats, place them on a sheet of Plexiglas, and put it on the Bächle right across from Paper Love. That way, the paper boats would look like they are bobbing on the water.”

Susanne leaned back on her chair, stretching her long legs out beneath the table. When she put one hand behind her head and directed her gaze to the ceiling while she seemed to think about it, Anja’s gaze was drawn to the delicious line of her body.

God, she really needed to get a hold of herself.

“I like it,” Susanne finally said. “We would need to get a permit from the city, but I think it’s worth the trouble. If we had an entire armada of paper boats, they could form an arrow pointing at the store.”

“Ooh, great idea!” Anja jumped up and rummaged through her desk drawer for colorful paper and other craft supplies. When she returned to the table, she slid her chair back to its old position, away from Susanne’s distracting closeness, before she sat down. “Okay, let’s get started.”

“Uh, I think you should be our designated boatbuilder. I’m the digital expert, remember? I’m not very good at that creative stuff.” Susanne held up her hands and wiggled her fingers as if to prove a point.

Anja studied her long, slender fingers. She seriously doubted that those fingers would fumble awkwardly, no matter what they were doing. Her mouth went dry, and she emptied her hot chocolate, which had long since gone cold. “Nonsense. We said we’re in this together. Anyone can build a paper boat, even a five-year-old kid. It’ll all come back to you once we start.”

Susanne shook her head. “I don’t think I ever made one, even as a child.”

“Seriously?” Anja had never heard of anyone not knowing how to build a paper boat. “No one ever showed you?”

“Not that I remember.”