Samantha Parks - The Summer House in Santorini

“Okay, that is not funny,” Nikos said, but he started to laugh as well. He picked his leg up to inspect it.

“No, don’t move,” Anna said between chuckles. “I want to make sure you don’t track any shards into the house.” She reached into one of the shopping bags and grabbed a rag, the price tag still attached, then started picking up pieces of the bowl and putting them on the tray.

“Smells like carrot,” Nikos said, still laughing. “What a shame.”

Anna finally managed to pull herself together and began picking shards from the tread of Nikos’s boot. As she pulled it closer to get a better look, he nearly fell, only just catching himself with the mattress, and it set the two of them off laughing again.

When they eventually managed to make it into the summer house, Nikos swapped the mattresses and immediately collapsed onto the new one while Anna dealt with the mess.

“Hey, lazy bones, no way. We’ve still got an oven and a bathroom sink to unload from that truck.”

“Come on, Anna, it’s nap time. We’ve worked so hard.”

“Not a chance,” Anna said, pulling at his arm, but he shooed her away. “I only have two weeks to get this place in working order. I’m not going to waste perfectly good hours of the day resting.”

“Says the girl who slept until noon.” He didn’t move, but instead began pretend-snoring. For just a moment, Anna stood there admiring the sight of him lying on her bed. She didn’t hate it. But she shook it off. She had more important things to focus on.

“Fine,” Anna said, walking back to the table. “I guess I’ll just have to eat all this food myself.”

Nikos rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you would just come eat,” she said, holding an order of fries in front of her, wafting the scent toward him with her hand.

“Fine,” Nikos said, hopping up and trying to grab the fries from her hand. But Anna pulled them away.

“Not until you help me bring in the rest,” she said.

“But it will be cold by then!” he said, pouting and tilting his head.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have stepped in stew or tried to take a nap.”

Nikos groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you pay for lunch.”

“That’s right,” Anna said, putting the fries back in the bag and guiding him toward the door. “Now let’s go earn it.”

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