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

cloud. We’d argued, voices raised,

earlier agreement. I’d felt

up big time,” he says,

my mind a swirl of

as the kitchen grows quieter, the

another

as

my insecurities, my fears, get in the way. I shake my head, frustrated with

been driven between

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

See you tomorrow,” I say,

casting a somewhat concerned glance my way before exiting the kitchen.

Abby’s office door,

one.

I almost knock. But then, I decide that right

…

the bar always stays open for a couple

a lot like failure. My

unanswered, piercing. Should I have reacted the

she didn’t have to make things so

voice a gravelly echo in my mind.

proud. Not territorial.”

swirling the whiskey in its glass.

—”

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

show support. Show

shoot back defensively, but my wolf has

and

cue, Chloe, one of the bartenders, walks over

to pour that disdain she feels for me

the look?” I ask, setting down the glass harder than I mean to. “You’re serving

now instead

can manage both,” she

up, surprise mingling with a touch of

aren’t I?”

mean like how you

voice

So she knows.

Karl. I know what went down last night, how you

you’ve got the nerve to get angry

slapped. Chloe has always been direct, no-nonsense, but this feels like

wasn’t prepared for right now. For a moment, I

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