Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 107
Karl

“Watch it, you’re massacring those veggies,” John calls out, glancing over from the stove where he’s

sauteeing some garlic and mushrooms.

I chuckle, adjusting my grip on the knife. I’m supposed to be julienning some peppers, but instead I’ve

lost my train of thought and accidentally begun dicing them instead. “Yeah, well, they had it coming.”

John grins, shaking his head. “Y’know, you’re not as unfunny and stu pid as I thought you were.”

“Could say the same about you,” I reply, gathering the sliced vegetables into a bowl.

Who would’ve thought? John and I, mortal enemies turned reluctant allies. A couple of weeks ago, we

could barely stand to be in the same room, but time and circumstances—and angry bosses—have a

way of forcing you to reassess your priorities.

“It’s all about collaboration,” John continues, his tone more philosophical than I thought the brute would

be capable of. “You can’t make a great dish with just one ingredient. Same with a kitchen. Everyone’s

got to pull their weight, contribute their flavor for the bigger picture.”

should put that on a plaque or

their eyes? Nah, I’ll stick to cooking,” he laughs,

filling the air with a

and for a

room as if looking for something—or someone. When her gaze

leaps in anticipation.

eyes, quickening her pace as she walks out of the

atmosphere turns brittle around me. John notices, his eyes narrowing. “Hey, snap

burning the scallops.”

“Sorry,” I mutter.

at hand, on the sound of the scallops sizzling in the

cloud. We’d argued, voices raised, over her decision to compete in

despite our earlier agreement. I’d felt betrayed; she’d felt cornered. And now,

“You messed up big time,” he says, a growl wrapped

reply, my mind a swirl of regret and confusion. “Trust

the kitchen grows quieter, the realization sinks in deeper. Abby isn’t just

She’s not just another chef. She’s someone I care

and desires should mean as much to me as

let my insecurities, my fears, get in the way. I shake my head,

been

good here?” John asks, snapping me back to

you tomorrow,” I say,

concerned glance my way before exiting