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.”

that on a

have everyone roll their eyes? Nah, I’ll stick to cooking,” he laughs, adding a splash of white

filling the air with

door to Abby’s office opens, and for a moment, my world narrows. She

as if looking for something—or someone. When her

leaps in anticipation.

quickening her pace as

his eyes narrowing. “Hey, snap out of it!

burning the scallops.”

“Sorry,” I mutter.

the task at hand, on the sound of

We’d argued, voices raised, over

our earlier agreement. I’d felt betrayed; she’d felt

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

I reply, my mind a swirl of

day winds down, as the kitchen grows quieter, the realization sinks in deeper. Abby isn’t just

of this restaurant. She’s not just another chef. She’s someone I care deeply about,

as much to me as

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

been driven

John asks, snapping me

I say, forcing

a somewhat concerned glance my way before exiting the