Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 46: A Dangerous Game
Karl

“What do you want?”

Adam’s voice is apprehensive, and for good reason. It’s not everyday that I set food inside his

restaurant, and it’s certainly not everyday that I show up telling him that I have a proposition for him.

But I’ve been plotting this for a long time.

Abby clearly doesn’t realize that Adam doesn’t care about her as much as he should. Or maybe she

does, but she doesn’t seem ready to leave him for some strange reason. She deserves better—she

deserves me. And maybe she just needs a little push to get the gears in motion. I swear, once she’s

free from Adam, she’ll realize just how much of a mess their ‘relationship’ is. And I know exactly what

it’ll take to convince him to leave.

The ingredients.

I’ve been holding onto them for a while now, waiting for the perfect time. And after what happened the

other night, when Adam stood his own fiancee up for a dinner date, I think it’s finally time.

“Let’s talk in private,” I say, smirking slightly. “You free later?”

Adam looks around with a puzzled look on his face. “Why? Why can’t we talk here, now?”

I shake my head. “Trust me, Adam; I’m not planning on doing anything shady if that’s what you’re

worried about. I just have something I want to show you.”

“Look, man, whatever it is, I’m not interested,” he says. “I’ve got a restaurant to run.” I watch as he

tosses a dishcloth over his shoulder and heads for the kitchen. Sliding down from my barstool, I follow

him. When my hand makes contact with the swinging kitchen door, stopping it from closing in my face,

he whirls around and gives me another puzzled look.

“But this is about your restaurant,” I say, stepping into the bustling kitchen. “I swear. You won’t want to

pass this up.”

With a sigh, Adam looks around warily and finally shrugs. “Alright. Meet me outside later, I guess. I’ve

got a lunch rush to deal with. ‘Kay?”

“‘Kay.”

…

just as promised, I’m waiting outside the restaurant. There’s an

I ponder what I’ll say to Abby

to

read, and I know that he won’t pass up what I’m about

imagine Abby leaning on me,

her plenty of time, of course, but eventually she’ll realize that I have changed—and the

history from there.

door to the restaurant swings open, and

cold evening breeze rustles his hair as he tosses a bag of

nearby bin.

I call out, stepping

momentarily. I can see him stiffly wipe his hands on his apron again, as though

tick of his, before he

says, folding his arms across his chest. “What did

say, a slight smile

its carton and drop it into the inner pocket of my jacket. “Follow

follows me as I lead him to my sleek, black car parked down the street.

punctuated by the

night wanderers.

button on my key fob, and the trunk slowly

contents inside.

are bins filled with the crème de la crème of

into the night air, freshly picked white truffles,

chef’s dream, and that’s only

widen, the chef in him taking over as he reaches out to touch a bin, his fingers

over the precious items.

get these?” he whispers, his voice

back hundreds, even thousands!”

a triumphant smile. “Connections. People who owe

n,” Adam says with

nod. With a grin, Adam picks up a glass jar filled with rare mushrooms.

he asks, turning it in the

say, leaning against the side of the car.

jar back in the box. “That’s

look at me once more. There’s an apprehensive look on his face again.

this?”

before giving him my practiced answer. “These ingredients could be

to

next. “I want

mask of disbelief. “You’ve got

would I?”

been observing, Adam. The way you interact with

staff, especially your sous chef. It’s clear to me you might not be as

swing her way,

weight of my words sinking in. Adam

“What