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.

head to the bar where Chloe is standing. Frustration

“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask,

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

evening.”

start navigating through the system.

machine whirrs back to life, responding as it should. Chloe

been holding.

I’d have to do all

problem,” I reply, giving her a reassuring smile. “Anything else I can help

She hesitates, her eyes flickering with an

the other night… I shouldn’t have snapped at

against the counter, crossing my

eyes earnest. “I’m your best friend, Abby, and

want to see you get hurt again, fall into

fears I keep buried deep down, but I push them away,

I already married Karl once, remember? Learned my lesson the

to happen again.”

just… you deserve

him hurting you again.”

hand. “I appreciate your concern, Chloe, but I’m not a

own decisions, and I don’t need to be monitored or

of emotions swirling

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

you,” I say, my voice soft, before turning

make my way back to my office, Chloe’s words reverberate

her concern, but another part is frustrated. This entire

balancing between concern and independence, friendship and

this to strain my friendship with Chloe.

at the same time, I want—no, need—her to trust me, to trust

Karl’s charms all those years ago, who got lost in a relationship that

got my heart broken. I’ve grown, learned,

that? Why does it feel as though all of my friends just see me as a

guy that’s

though, a thought comes to mind.

taste of his lips.

spoken about.

mistake. A wonderful, horrible, delicious mistake. And it can’t happen

…

quiet, with the last employees heading home for the night. I’m