Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 60: Harmony
I’m standing over a steaming pot of ragù, stirring as I listen to the sizzle and pop of ingredients melding

together in culinary harmony.

The kitchen is a whirlwind of activity, the dinner rush in full swing. But amidst the orchestrated chaos, a

discordant note strikes my ears. It’s John, my head chef, talking to another member of the kitchen staff.

“The guy just can’t get it together,” John grumbles. “It’s like he’s deficient or something. Honestly, why

Abby even hired him of all people is beyond me.”

I immediately recognize that he’s talking about Karl. I would normally be bothered by this sort of talk to

people’s faces, but today is Karl’s day off, which makes the conversation even more inappropriate.

And despite what I think about Karl, it’s not cool to be talking behind a coworker’s back. Especially not

in my kitchen, where I value respect.

“I swear,” John continues, oblivious to the fact that I can hear him, “he’s a downright jackass. And he

can’t follow directions to save his life. Hell, my kid was watching that one movie the other night, what’s

it called… Alice in Wonderland. He reminds me of Tweedledee. Now all we need is a Tweedledum.”

John bursts out into laughter, clearly amused by his own jokes. No one else laughs; maybe because

they’ve realized that I’m right here, listening to every word.

I’m well aware that Karl is still new to the restaurant business, still trying to acclimate to the hierarchy

and flow of the kitchen. But we all started somewhere, and the last thing he—or any of us—needs is a

colleague undermining him behind his back.

With a sigh, I delegate the sauce to someone else and wipe my hands on a kitchen towel.

“John, could you come into my office for a moment?”

His face pales a fraction, as if he knows he’s been caught. “Erm… Sure, Abby,” he responds, his voice

edged with trepidation.

Once we’re behind the closed door of my office, I sink into my chair. I watch John as he hesitates,

clearly uncomfortable, before taking the seat across from me.

I cut straight to the chase, my

through his hair. “Look, Abby, he makes a lot of mistakes. He’s

he can get downright belligerent when

fold my arms over my chest, feeling a mixture of frustration and disappointment. John isn’t wrong;

an Alpha, and there’s no

be badmouthed when he’s not

with this restaurant since we opened,”

they’re not here to defend themselves. That’s

this establishment.”

“I understand that, Abby.

“I

one of those restaurants where it’s

everyone else.

I do. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen

something about Karl. He’s not exactly ‘respectful’,

how to broach the subject with Karl

such shaky ground. “We’ll sort out any issues you have with Karl when he’s

his voice

to the door. He nods, stands up,

alone with my thoughts.

mind racing. The

a finely tuned instrument.

dishwasher to the head chef, plays an

can disrupt the entire composition, and right

dissonance.

don’t appreciate the way he’s

to fit into our tightly knit team. But he’s also

qualities that

push away from the desk, a heavy sigh escaping my

the air thick with unresolved tension. Deciding I

walk out into

and clinking dishes serves as

way through the maze of tables

always, he seems to be in his element,

effortless.

Ethan, got a minute?” I

up?” he replies,

if I help with the silverware?” I say, gesturing toward

on the end of

over a bunch

rolling silverware, I can’t help but

a contrast to the