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.

laptop with a sigh, I head to the bar where Chloe is standing. Frustration is evident on

register. “Hey, what’s going on?” I ask, striding up to

this da mn thing,” she mutters, her fingers hovering over the

evening.”

through the system. A few prodded

life, responding as it should. Chloe releases a breath she’s

been holding.

I thought I’d have to do

a reassuring smile. “Anything else I

her head. “No, that’s it. But…” She hesitates,

I shouldn’t have

crossing my

“I’m your best friend, Abby, and I’m

see you get hurt again, fall into another toxic

keep buried deep down, but I push them

Karl once, remember? Learned

to happen again.”

it’s just… you deserve

him hurting you again.”

reach out, gently squeezing her hand. “I appreciate your concern, Chloe, but

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

a mix of emotions swirling

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

I say, my voice

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

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

concern and independence, friendship and

want this to strain my friendship with Chloe. Our bond means more to

time, I want—no, need—her to trust

Karl’s charms all those years ago, who

got my heart broken. I’ve grown,

all of my friends just see me as a fool who

guy that’s bad for

down into my office chair, though, a thought comes to mind. A

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

spoken about.

delicious mistake.

…

the last employees