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

reaches the door.

then he’s gone, leaving me alone in the

at the chaotic landscape of

the splattered sauce—and

the mess again. I mutter a curse under my breath and start attacking

pans and

week, the moment of optimism when I had

me for this competition.

to stay at the bar for a while

were sitting beside each other,

the rim of my glass. “So, the

a sous chef. Would you be

had lit up faster than

think we could make a great

beer bottle against my wine

be amazing, Abby.”

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

harder, as if I can erase the tension of

enough elbow

it’s only been a week and

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