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.

gone, leaving me alone

at the chaotic

the splattered sauce—and my

mutter a curse

a vengeance, scraping pans and

the moment of optimism when I

me for this competition.

at the bar for a while after closing

sitting beside

around the rim of my glass. “So, the

use a sous chef. Would you

had lit up faster than I expected. “Really?

I smiled, suddenly relieved. “I think

beer bottle against my wine glass. “This

be amazing, Abby.”

a greasy pan that’s proving to be a challenge. Amazing?

waiting to happen. I scrub harder, as if

with enough elbow

been a week and

extra hours, the hard work,