Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 69

#Chapter 69: Serving Judgments
Karl

“Watch it, you’re massacring those veggies,” John calls out, glancing over from the stove where he’s

sauteeing some garlic and mushrooms.

I chuckle, adjusting my grip on the knife. I’m supposed to be julienning some peppers, but instead I’ve

lost my train of thought and accidentally begun dicing them instead. “Yeah, well, they had it coming.”

John grins, shaking his head. “Y’know, you’re not as unfunny and st upid as I thought you were.”

“Could say the same about you,” I reply, gathering the sliced vegetables into a bowl.

Who would’ve thought? John and I, mortal enemies turned reluctant allies. A couple of weeks ago, we

could barely stand to be in the same room, but time and circumstances—and angry bosses—have a

way of forcing you to reassess your priorities.

“It’s all about collaboration,” John continues, his tone more philosophical than I thought the brute would

be capable of. “You can’t make a great dish with just one ingredient. Same with a kitchen. Everyone’s

got to pull their weight, contribute their flavor for the bigger picture.”

“You should put that on a plaque or something.”

“And have everyone roll their eyes? Nah, I’ll stick to cooking,” he laughs, adding a splash of white wine

to the pan, filling the air with a rich, aromatic scent.

The door to Abby’s office opens, and for a moment, my world narrows. She steps out, her eyes

scanning the room as if looking for something—or someone. When her gaze falls on me, my heart

leaps in anticipation.

But she averts her eyes, quickening her pace as she walks out of the kitchen.

The atmosphere turns brittle around me. John notices, his eyes narrowing. “Hey, snap out of it! You’re

burning the scallops.”

“Sorry,” I mutter.

I refocus on the task at hand, on the sound of the scallops sizzling in the pan, but the weight of last

me like a dark cloud. We’d argued, voices raised,

felt betrayed; she’d felt cornered. And

“You messed up big

swirl of

grows quieter, the realization

She’s not just another

and desires should mean as much to me

my insecurities, my fears, get in the way.

been driven between

heading out. You good here?” John asks, snapping me back to

tomorrow,” I say,

my way before

My eyes catch Abby’s office door, still closed, a barrier in more

one.

then, I decide that

…

stays open for a couple of hours longer. I sit at the

of whiskey that tastes a lot like

have reacted the way I did

have to make things so complicated. This isn’t what

in life, Karl,” my wolf murmurs, his voice a

proud. Not territorial.”

glass.

—”

know how much this competition means to her,” my wolf retorts. “If you ever plan on

show support. Show that you

shoot back defensively, but my wolf has already withdrawn, leaving me alone

thoughts and

Chloe, one of the bartenders, walks over

pour that disdain she feels for me into the

I ask, setting down the glass harder than

now instead

I think I can manage both,” she

mingling with a touch of

aren’t I?”

mean like how you missed being supportive of Abby

voice

So she knows.

what went down last

got the nerve to get angry about

been slapped. Chloe has always been direct, no-nonsense,

For a moment, I almost consider

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