Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 117
Abby

The day starts just as any normal day should: with the aroma of simmering tomato sauce and sizzling

bacon filling the restaurant, and the sound of happy breakfast customers wafting through the air.

But as I settle into the rhythm of another busy workday, something feels off. I can’t quite explain it, but it

almost feels as though something is electric in the air.

That’s when it happens.

I haven’t even taken my first sip of coffee of the day when Ethan is suddenly rushing into my office

faster than I thought he could even move with his leg, and there’s a look of dread on his face. Before I

can even open my mouth to speak, his words are tumbling out in a torrent of emotion.

“Abby, we’ve got a problem. Amelia West from ‘Gourmet Gazette’ is here, and she doesn’t look happy.”

My heart sinks at the mention of the infamous food critic.

“Why?” I ask, bolting up from my chair. “What happened?”

Ethan shrugs, throwing his hands up in the air. “Hell if I know. All I know is that she got her food a few

ago, made a face, sent it back, and started writing in her notebook. Go d, I’m such an idiot.

even recognize her at

place a hand on Ethan’s

everything is perfect. Double-check the specials and inform the servers. I’ll go talk

see why she sent the food

to compose myself, I head over

have you here. Is everything to your

snapping it shut with a

food was lukewarm, and I couldn’t even taste the garlic underneath the

plate. I’ve been waiting for my coffee for fifteen minutes, and your

when I sent the food

my spine. Amelia West isn’t exactly known for

lenient of food critics. If I had known that she

my composure. “Your

brew you a fresh pot of coffee right away, and the

dish on

chair back.

answer, Amelia gets up and storms out. All I can do is walk away, my

bad. This is really bad. I make a beeline for the kitchen, where

make another plate of eggs Benedict for the

as the door swings shut behind

“You’ve gotta be kidding!” he says. “What

of my nose. “There’s nothing