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

as I ponder what I’ll say to Abby once she and Adam break

sure to do after

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

small smile plays on my lips as I imagine Abby leaning on me, using me as a shoulder to

her plenty of time, of course, but eventually she’ll realize that I have

history from there.

thoughts are interrupted when the door to the

rustles his hair as

nearby bin.

I call out,

freezes, but only momentarily. I can see him stiffly wipe

nervous tick of his, before he turns

says, folding his arms across his chest. “What

show rather than tell,” I say, a slight smile playing on my

into the inner pocket of my jacket. “Follow

him to my sleek, black car parked down

the distant h onking of cars and the laughter of

night wanderers.

my key fob, and the

contents inside.

filled with the crème de la crème of ingredients. Golden saffron

freshly picked white truffles,

and that’s only what’s sitting on the

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

over the precious items.

get these?” he whispers, his voice filled with awe. “Some of

back hundreds, even thousands!”

smile. “Connections.

Adam says with a

glass jar filled with rare mushrooms. That jar alone

turning it in the orange glow of the

I say, leaning against the side of the car. “Those ones weren’t so

the jar back in the box. “That’s awesome,

an apprehensive look on his

this?”

effect before giving him my

to

steeling myself for what comes next. “I want you to

a mask of disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. All this… for Abby?

would I?”

I continue, “I’ve been observing, Adam.

It’s clear to me you might not

even swing her

us, the weight of my words sinking in. Adam looks like a

headlights. “What