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

gone, leaving

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

the splattered sauce—and my

I mutter a curse under my breath and start attacking the

vengeance, scraping pans and banging dishes

work, my thoughts drift back to last week, the moment

me for this competition.

at the bar for a while after closing to celebrate someone’s

and I were sitting beside each

my finger running around the rim of my glass. “So, the cook-off is coming up,

use a sous chef.

faster than I expected. “Really? You

suddenly relieved. “I think we could

he had answered, clinking his beer bottle

be amazing, Abby.”

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

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

with enough

a week and yet I already don’t know what

to resent the extra hours, the