“I haven’t needed security since I was ten years old. So yes, safe to say I mean you.”
I stop chewing for a moment. “Anyone else here that I should know about?”
“Your two righthand men. Joy.”
“There’s no one else I’d trust with your security.”
It’s harder to keep the smile from my face as we continue on to the next stall. The market may be huge, but it attracts an equally large crowd. Within the hour, the place is packed with families and older farmers.
When I see a honey stand, I zip straight for it without bothering to see if Anton follows. The owner is a sweet, cherub-faced beekeeper who wears her hair in two long braids the same color as her product. We end up having a ten-minute conversation about the varieties of honey she offers. I buy two bottles and I’m tucking them into my s
