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.

my laptop with a sigh, I head to the bar

as she fiddles with the register. “Hey, what’s

thing,” she mutters, her fingers hovering over

evening.”

start navigating through the system. A few prodded buttons

whirrs back to life, responding as it

been holding.

have to do all

giving her a reassuring smile. “Anything else I can help

But…” She hesitates, her

about the other night… I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Especially not over

against the counter, crossing

insists, her eyes earnest. “I’m your best friend, Abby, and I’m just…

want to see you get hurt again,

deep down, but I

remember? Learned my

to happen again.”

know,” she says softly, “but it’s just… you deserve so

him hurting you again.”

gently squeezing her hand. “I appreciate your concern, Chloe, but I’m not

make my own decisions, and I don’t need to

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

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

say, my

Chloe’s

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

tightrope, balancing between concern and independence, friendship and

with Chloe. Our bond

need—her to trust me,

same Abby who fell for Karl’s charms all those

I’ve grown, learned, and changed. Why can’t

Why does it feel as though all of my friends

guy that’s bad for

I sink back down into my office chair, though, a thought

the taste of his lips. Our

spoken about.

delicious mistake.

…

fallen quiet, with the last employees heading home for the night.