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, over

despite our earlier agreement. I’d felt betrayed; she’d felt

up big

know,” I reply, my mind a swirl of regret and

the kitchen grows quieter,

restaurant. She’s not just another

dreams and desires should mean as much to me

my fears, get in the way. I shake my head,

that’s been driven between

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

you tomorrow,” I say, forcing a

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

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

one.

moment, I almost knock. But then, I decide that right now, I think I’d rather have a

…

kitchen is closed, but the bar always stays open for a couple of hours

like failure. My eyes catch my

I have reacted the way I

wish that she didn’t have to make things

Karl,” my wolf murmurs, his voice a gravelly echo

proud. Not territorial.”

the whiskey in its glass. “She

—”

to her,” my wolf retorts.

to show support. Show

care for her,” I shoot back defensively, but my wolf

thoughts and

walks over to

if she’s trying to pour that disdain she feels for me

the

instead

who’s asking, I think I can

a touch

aren’t I?”

mean like how you missed

Her voice drips

So she knows.

went down last

her through, you’ve got the

Chloe has always been direct, no-nonsense, but

prepared for right now. For

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