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.”

on

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

air with a rich,

for a moment, my world narrows.

the room as if looking for something—or someone. When her gaze falls on me, my

leaps in anticipation.

she averts her eyes, quickening her pace as she walks

me. John notices, his eyes narrowing. “Hey, snap

burning the scallops.”

“Sorry,” I mutter.

of the scallops sizzling in the pan, but the weight

We’d argued, voices raised,

contest despite our earlier agreement. I’d felt betrayed;

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

know,” I reply, my mind a swirl of regret and confusion. “Trust me.

down, as the kitchen grows quieter, the realization sinks in deeper. Abby

not just another chef.

and desires should mean as much to

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

that’s been driven between

out. You good here?” John

you tomorrow,” I

somewhat concerned glance my way before exiting the kitchen. Alone