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

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

recognize

breath, I place a hand on Ethan’s shoulder reassuringly. “It’s

everything is perfect. Double-check the specials and inform the servers.

she sent

moment to compose myself, I head over to Amelia’s

have you here. Is everything to your

notebook, snapping it shut with a sour look

couldn’t even

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

sent the

shiver through my spine. Amelia West isn’t exactly known for being

If I had known that she was here, I would have

very sorry, Ms. West,” I reply, maintaining my composure. “Your

coffee right away, and the waitress will be disciplined accordingly.

you another dish

her chair back. “No,

and storms out. All I can

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

to make another plate of eggs Benedict for

bother,” I hiss as the door

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

my nose. “There’s nothing we can do now,”