Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 103
Abby

My office is silent as I scroll through the new emails that have landed in my inbox. My fingers drum on

the desk, anticipating the one email that I’ve been waiting for the most—the details of the upcoming

cooking competition.

And then, there it is, bolded and marked with high importance: Cook-Off Competition Details.

Taking a deep breath, I click on it.

The email is concise but packed with information. Attached to it is a long list, detailing every possible

dish that might come up during the competition.

My heart rate quickens as I scan the list. Some dishes I recognize, ones I’ve made a thousand times

over in my career, but others are unfamiliar, exotic even, presenting challenges I’ve never faced before.

I won’t know which three dishes I’ll be asked to prepare on the spot. Which means only one thing: I

have to practice all of them. Every single one.

Grabbing a notepad, I jot down a list of ingredients I’ll need for the more exotic dishes, then turn my

attention to the restaurant’s supplier portal, adding item after item to the shopping list. The ingredients

range from the ordinary to the obscure. Each addition of expensive truffles, caviar, and fresh scallops

makes my anxiety spi ke.

How can I perfect so many dishes in such a short time?

Once the orders are placed, I stretch and push back from the desk, glancing at the clock on the wall.

It’s getting late, but there’s no time to waste. Without a second thought, I pull my hair into a messy bun

and prepare to head to the kitchen to get started.

Before I can leave, however, a sudden page over the intercom draws me from my task.

“Abby, can you come up front for a moment? I need help with the register.” It’s Chloe, her voice

strained.

to the bar where Chloe is standing.

fiddles with the register. “Hey, what’s going on?” I

thing,” she mutters, her fingers hovering over the register keys. “It’s been

evening.”

navigating through the system. A few prodded

responding as it should.

been holding.

I’d have to do all the

reassuring smile.

She hesitates, her eyes flickering with an unspoken

about the other night… I shouldn’t have

lean against the counter, crossing my arms. “Chloe, it’s

your best friend,

want to see you get hurt again, fall

words sting, echoing the fears I keep buried deep down, but I push them

Karl once, remember? Learned my

to happen again.”

you deserve so much better, and I can’t

him hurting you again.”

her hand. “I appreciate

don’t need to be monitored or told what to

holds my gaze for a beat, a mix of emotions swirling in her eyes, before she gives

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

you,” I say, my voice

to my office, Chloe’s words reverberate in my head.

by her concern, but another part is frustrated. This entire situation,

tightrope, balancing between concern

to strain my friendship with Chloe. Our bond means more

to trust me, to trust

the same Abby who fell for Karl’s charms all those

my self-worth and got my heart broken. I’ve

it feel as though all of my friends just see me as

guy that’s bad for

chair, though, a thought comes to mind. A

me, the taste of his lips. Our intimacy in the

spoken about.

wonderful, horrible, delicious mistake. And it

…

with the last employees heading home for