Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0160
Abby

The weight of failure feels almost physical, like there’s something sharp and heavy literally lodged in

my chest.

I stare at the computer screen displaying “Truffles Unavailable” in blunt, red letters. I’ve sent countless

emails to suppliers, spent hours scouring online marketplaces, and I’ve even visited local storefronts to

browse their selection, all to no avail.

A part of me wants to give up on the recipe altogether, to throw in the towel and declare the universe

the winner in this sa distic game it’s been playing with me. I could hope that this recipe won’t be chosen,

or at the very least, that I can read enough about it online to get a good idea as to how to make it.

But another part—perhaps the stubborn or perhaps the hopeful part—won’t let me settle for that. What

if this recipe is chosen for the competition? What if the online recipes just don’t do it justice? I need to

be prepared, and this could be my last shot at turning things around.

I close the laptop with a sigh, my eyes drifting to a framed picture of me and Chloe on a past

mushroom hunting trip. It’s not truffles, but maybe, just maybe, I could find something close, something

that’ll at least help me practice the textures and flavors.

…

“Going somewhere?” The voice slices through my thoughts, and I turn around to see Karl standing at

the doorway, his eyes lingering on my hiking boots and backpack. It’s early in the morning, too early for

anyone but me to be here. And yet there’s Karl, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as my grandmother used

to say.

“That’s none of your business,” I shoot back, my voice carrying a sharper edge than I intended. But

really, the last thing I need right now is more complications, more entanglement with him.

He steps into the room, the door falling shut behind him. “Abby, don’t be like this. I told you that I want

to help.”

don’t need help,” I interject, zipping up my backpack with

I was a

me for a moment, his eyes penetrating, like he’s looking right

find truffles around

I need to do something, okay? I need

voice turning stern, his posture more rigid. “Then

you.”

Alpha energy in his eyes, a silent, commanding

with the restrained Karl I’ve been dealing with lately.

way.

hear myself say. “You can

I see something there,

“Good,” he says, his voice softening. “I’ll get

me alone in my office, staring at the empty space he just

I just

…

each step m

earth.

the early morning air, casting the forest in surreal

Or maybe a nightmare, if something were

distance, his footsteps softly echoing my own. We

ground for any signs of

a cluster near a

approaches, leaning down to take

reddish-brown caps. “Definitely not the truffles I

yes, they are edible.”

a while, discovering various

colors, others more muted but no

biology lesson as I identify them,

slowly begins to lift.

remember that time we went mushroom hunting while we

to stop me from picking

sweeping over

sauteed it right up and ended up in the

and for a brief moment, the

the cool morning air, and nothing else. But then guilt seeps in, muddying the

laughing, not like this, not when I just lost

But then, something happens.

tter as a distant shout cuts through the mist, followed by the disconcerting sound of

between the

me behind