Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 105
Abby

The night weighs heavy on me, each mile that separates Karl and me adding to the burden I didn’t

think I’d ever have to bear again. I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed, trying to bury

the memories of our argument and the sting of his words. It’s infuriating that he would have the

audacity to be mad about my accomplishment.

He should be thrilled for me.

Shouldn’t he?

…

I wake up the next day with dark clouds lingering in my head, mirroring the ones outside my window. I

head straight to the kitchen to work it all off. When emotions get messy, the kitchen has always been

my sanctuary. But today, even my sanctuary seems to be turning against me.

The day passes by in a blur. Before I know it, the restaurant is empty, the day having been a whirlwind

of rushes and demanding customers. Finally, I find myself alone amidst a storm of spices, ingredients,

At least now, in the

the thing is, I’ve attempted this delicate souffle five times now. It

it!” I snap, tossing my whisk into the sink with

flung across the counter as I

of the key dishes I want to practice

and it seems as though that bad luck is still getting

and I feel so s tupidly

of frustration are dangerously close, and

can handle a hectic dinner rush, a dysfunctional kitchen, a competition. But to

it? It’s too much.

Abby,” I chastise myself

That’s when I hear it—a soft clearing of a

my senses more times

up, I find Karl standing at the entrance of

how someone can fill a space even when they’re trying to make themselves smaller.

gravity about him, always has, pulling things toward him whether he means to

that gravity feels

as our eyes lock. There’s a

heavy in

were still on. Thought you might be here,” he finally says, taking a

the kitchen.

are you doing here, Karl?” I ask, my voice laced with more bitterness

taking on a defensive stance I wish I