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.

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

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

hovering over the register keys. “It’s been

evening.”

step beside her and start navigating through the system. A

to life, responding as it should. Chloe

been holding.

have to do all

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

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

other night… I shouldn’t have snapped

crossing my arms. “Chloe,

your best friend, Abby, and I’m just…

see you get hurt again, fall into another toxic

I keep buried deep down, but I push them

Karl once, remember? Learned my lesson the hard way.

to happen again.”

you deserve so much better, and I can’t stand

him hurting you again.”

appreciate your concern, Chloe, but

and I don’t need to be monitored or

my gaze for a beat, a mix of emotions

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

my voice

make my way back to my office, Chloe’s

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

tightrope, balancing between concern and

to strain my friendship with Chloe. Our bond means

time, I want—no, need—her to trust me, to trust my judgments and my decisions.

charms all those years ago,

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

my friends just see me as a fool who would so

guy that’s bad

into my office chair, though, a thought comes to

on me, the taste of his

spoken about.

horrible, delicious mistake. And it

…

quiet, with the