Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 70

#Chapter 70: Soufflés and Heartaches
Abby

“Let me help you.”

Karl’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. Karl, of all people, wants to help me prepare for the competition

that we were only just arguing about? I can’t believe it.

“You’re joking,” I murmur.

Karl shakes his head, his eyes darting down to the failure of a souffle sitting between us. “Nope. Not

joking. Do you want my help or not?”

Part of me wants to accept his offer, but another part of me, perhaps the more logical part, decides that

maybe it’s not the best idea. I’m angry right now over my argument with Karl and this da mned souffle,

and I know that I wouldn’t exactly be the best kitchen partner tonight.

“I’m fine, Karl. Just a little tired,” I reply, forcing a smile. “Besides, you’ve been working all day. You can

head home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” he says quietly, sliding the souffle back toward me from across the cold

metallic counter. “I’m not tired, and home is boring. Let me help.”

I pause. I know that I should push him away and keep working on my own, not only so I can focus fully

on my preparations for the competition but also so we can both cool off after our arguments. But

something stops me. Maybe it’s the sincere look in his soft brown eyes.

“Sure,” I finally mutter, nodding. “I guess I could use some help.”

Karl doesn’t need to be told twice. I watch for a moment as he slips off his jacket, revealing his sinewy

biceps peeking out from beneath his short sleeves. I have to look away before I get too attached to his

image, and refocus my attention on my fourth attempt at making a souffle while he washes his hands.

Before I know it, the eggs and other ingredients are laid out before me, my whisk deftly beating the

eggs into a golden mixture.

“You know, I used to make souffles as a kid,” Karl says out of nowhere.

“You made souffles?” I can’t even begin to keep the surprise out of my voice. Karl rarely ever cooked

were together, and he certainly never brought it up to me. “You never mentioned

we were together.”

the time when I was

ever,” he confesses, almost shyly. “Would

one up?”

curiosity gets the better of me. “Sure. I’d love to see

sets to work, skillfully separating the egg yolks from

folding everything in with care. I watch in amazement; the man has finesse, and it’s clear

first time at

Karl retrieves the dish, setting it on the counter. The souffle has risen perfectly,

promise of the fluffy, airy

it

in my mouth—cheesy, eggy, and utterly perfect.

savory

opposite flavors

all the tension, the

the culinary creation

you, Karl. This is amazing,” I finally manage, breaking the

I was glad

walk back to my apartment later that night,

be the sous chef I need for the competition? He’s

in a kitchen. And, even though we have our

we could function

I quickly shake off the idea. No, he doesn’t

as my sous

Right?

…

a steaming

boss lady. How are

say with a grin, gratefully accepting the

night.”

as I take a seat on one of the stools, her own coffee

“How so?”

was struggling with

He’s actually a master

thought?”

tightens. “Karl helped

“Yes, why?”

I thought I was doing

doesn’t listen.”

and a little

decided to go through with the competition. I

should just

I understand the sentiment behind them, something about

just told her that I needed to be trusted to

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