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.”

…

I’m waiting outside

I ponder what I’ll say to Abby once

sure to do

easy to read, and I know that he won’t pass up

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

of time, of course, but eventually she’ll

history from there.

the door to the restaurant swings open, and Adam steps out,

his hair as he tosses

nearby bin.

call out, stepping into

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

of his, before he turns to

his arms across his chest. “What did you have to show

say, a slight smile playing on my lips as

its carton and drop it into the

lead him to my sleek, black car parked

hum of the city surrounds us, punctuated by the distant

night wanderers.

key fob, and the trunk slowly

contents inside.

neatly are bins filled with the crème de

picked white truffles, caviar, and even a jar of edible

a chef’s dream, and that’s only what’s sitting on

as he reaches

over the precious items.

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

back hundreds, even thousands!”

smile. “Connections. People

says with a chuckle.

glass jar filled with rare mushrooms. That jar alone

Alban white truffles?” he asks, turning it in the orange glow of the

leaning against the side of the car. “Those ones weren’t so easy to

gingerly places the jar back in the box.

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

this?”

before giving him my practiced answer. “These ingredients

to mine,

myself for what comes next. “I

his face a mask of disbelief. “You’ve got

would I?”

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

your sous chef. It’s clear to me

you. You might not even swing her way, if

moment, silence envelops us, the weight of my words sinking in. Adam looks like

“What are you