Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0152
We both dip spoons into the sauce, tasting it simultaneously. It’s… alright. The paprika adds an

unexpected depth of flavor. But it’s just not what I wanted. None of this is what I wanted. I had really

thought for a while that Karl would wind up being my sous chef for the competition, but that had turned

out horribly.

“Tastes good to me,” John says gruffly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah. It’s fine,” I half-agree, setting my spoon down.

John lets out another groan. “Fine?”

I nod and meet his annoyed gaze. “Yeah. It’s fine, John.”

That’s when John rips his apron off and tosses it down on the counter. “Whatever, Abby,” he groans.

“I’m going home. Goodnight.”

“Wait, John—” I call out as he storms over to the door, but even as the words leave my mouth, I know

he’s made up his mind.

“I’ve had enough for one day,” he says, his eyes meeting mine for a moment over his shoulder before

the door.

leaving me

chaotic landscape of our practice

splattered sauce—and my

with the mess again. I mutter a curse

vengeance, scraping pans and banging dishes into

I work, my thoughts drift back to last week, the moment of optimism when I

me for this competition.

stay at the bar for

and I were sitting

John,” I’d said, my finger running around the rim of my glass. “So, the cook-off is coming

really use a sous chef.

faster than

I smiled, suddenly relieved. “I think we

he had answered, clinking his beer bottle against

be amazing, Abby.”

back to the present, staring at a greasy pan that’s proving to be a challenge.

a disaster waiting to happen. I scrub harder, as if I can erase the

enough elbow

short-lived, and it’s only been a week and yet I already

He seems to resent the extra hours, the hard work, the relentless pursuit