Old woman? Anja was the only woman on payroll, and while she had felt like an eighty-year-old after the trade fair last Saturday, she certainly didn’t consider herself old. “Um…”

She felt more than heard Susanne walk up behind her. “I’m just seven minutes older, so if I’m old, what does that say about you?” She stepped past Anja and hugged the stranger.

Anja stared at them. That was Susanne’s twin sister?

They were roughly the same height, and they both had the same slender build, but her sister’s eyes were more blue than gray and her brown hair didn’t have the subtle red highlights that shimmered in Susanne’s hair.

Anja had, of course, known that they weren’t identical twins, but somehow she had expected that she would recognize Susanne’s sister immediately should she ever meet her. So much for that theory.

Susanne’s sister greeted her uncle with a hug and then turned toward Anja. “You must be Anja. I’m Franziska, Susi’s younger, better-looking sister. I’m glad I finally get to meet you. Uncle Nobby has told me so much about you.”

Anja threw him a glance. “I hope only good things.”

“Oh yeah. He always sounds as if he’s ready to adopt you.” Franziska took her hand in a strong but gentle grip and winked at her. “But I’m glad he didn’t because that would make us cousins.”

“Behave!” Susanne gave her sister a playful slap to the back of her head. The glare she sent her wasn’t so playful, though.

“Hey!” Franziska rubbed her head. “I come all the way from Berlin, and that’s how you greet me? To make up for it, you should have to pay for dinner. And lunch tomorrow. Who’s on board?” She looked from her uncle to Anja.

Anja didn’t want to intrude on Susanne’s time with her sister, and she certainly didn’t want to encourage her flirting. “Sorry. We’re open for another hour, and I promised my best friend a hike up to the Schlossberg tomorrow.”

“Ooh, that sounds great,” Franziska said. “That’s the one thing I haven’t done on any of my visits. Uncle Nobby always claims he’s too old to make it up there.”

Nobby put on his most pained expression and pressed a hand to his back. “You young people go ahead and enjoy yourselves.”

Anja bit back a smile. She knew Nobby was quite capable of making it up the Schlossberg, at least if she lured him with a beer and a Flammkuchen in the beer garden halfway up the four-hundred-and-fifty-meter-high hill. She squinted at him. Was he sending them off alone to play matchmaker and set her up with one of his nieces…and if yes, which one?

“Don’t worry. We will.” Franziska looked at Anja. “As long as you think your friend is okay with us tagging along.”