Page 87 of Covenant

That makes me laugh harder. “You’re the fucking worst. You know it. I know it. The tree sure as fuck does.”

He grumbles as a man appears, his cheeks flushed, shouting something at us. I have no idea what he’s saying, it’s another language entirely, but it must be his banana tree that Matthias hit.

“I’m sorry,” Matthias says, looking flustered for a moment before pulling out his wallet and shoving some bills toward the man.

That only earns him a banana to the head.

Matthias gasps as it falls to his feet right before another is lobbed at us, leaving Matthias scrambling toward me.

“Why is he throwing fruit at me?” he shouts. “What did I do?”

“You hurt his tree!” I can’t stop laughing, tears streaming down my cheeks as a piece of fruit flies and hits me in the stomach. I grunt at the impact and turn around, trying to run without falling over. But fuck, it’s hard when I’m laughing this hard. I’m going to pee my pants.

Good fuck.

I can’t believe Matthias went and pissed off someone so badly that we’re being chased through town.

Curse words slip from Matthias’s mouth as he slips slightly on the loose gravel. It’s probably those damn boat shoes he’s wearing. They have no traction. Just like he saved me on that beach, I grab on to his hand as we turn a corner and rush into a storefront. We don’t stop moving until we’re on the other end of the shop and hidden in a small dressing room.

“We just left the car there with the door open,” Matthias whispers, his eyes wide, his hair askew. I reach up and brush my fingers through it.

“Well, we had no choice. We almost got murdered by bananas,” I reply, catching my breath and swiping at my eyes. “We’ll go back for it.”

“Fuck. I can’t believe that happened,” he murmurs, and I can’t help but bite back another laugh.

“I can. You always were a shit driver.”

“Well, it wasn’t my fault. I had someone cart me around growing up.”

“You did. Which is why you suck. I should have been behind that wheel. And then we wouldn’t have ended up knee-deep in banana-gate.”

“And if you’d kept your hands to yourself, I wouldn’t have gotten distracted.”

I grin and step toward him, my hand reaching between his legs and cupping him gently. He lets out a muffled groan.

“Seems you have a banana in your pants as well.”

His head shakes as he steps away from me. “Fuck off, Wy. God, you are just?—”

A snort leaves me. “Sorry. I had to. It was too easy.”

I reach out again, but he just smacks my hand away. “No. The moment is ruined. Thisbananawants nothing to do with you.”

I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he sounds when he says that word as he peeks out of the dressing room and lets out a long exhale. “The man didn’t follow us in here. We can go now.”

“Back to the car?”

“Maybe after a drink. Fuck, I can’t believe our first day out and we were assaulted. You’d think I’d be used to this shit by now. I just didn’t expect it here.”

“It has been quite the morning,” I say. “And we are on our honeymoon.”

His eyes meet mine as he runs a hand through his hair. “We are.”

“Come on. Let’s go get a drink, you look like you need it. I’ll find some way to get the car towed back to the villa so we can just walk around and explore.”

“All right. We can do that.”

I follow him out of the shop and we move through a small alleyway, emerging onto another busy street. We walk for a moment, side by side until we finally find a small outdoor bar. We sit down at an empty table, menus placed before us before we ask for them. As Matthias looks for something to drink, I find a tow company and call for someone to deliver the car to the villa.

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