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. “See

then he’s gone, leaving me alone in the

his wake, I glance around at the chaotic landscape of our practice session—the used utensils,

the splattered sauce—and

again. I mutter a curse under my

pans and banging

drift back to last week, the moment of

me for this competition.

the bar for a while after closing to

sitting

the rim of

really use a sous chef. Would you

lit up faster than I expected. “Really? You want

relieved. “I think we could make a

had answered, clinking his beer bottle against

be amazing, Abby.”

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

waiting to happen. I scrub harder, as

enough

and it’s only been a week and yet I

the extra hours, the hard work, the