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,

in the empty kitchen, I can

this delicate

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

flung across the counter as I grip the edge, my knuckles

to practice for the competition. I’ve never had

it seems as though that bad

a marathon, and I feel so s tupidly vulnerable standing here,

are

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

it? It’s too much.

queen, Abby,” I chastise myself aloud,

when I hear it—a soft clearing of a

senses more times

at the entrance of the kitchen, his posture stiff

even when

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

gravity feels

lock. There’s a

hangs heavy in the

the lights were still on. Thought you might be here,” he finally

the kitchen.

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

taking on a defensive stance I