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.”

I appreciate that, but I don’t need help,” I interject,

since I was a kid.

eyes penetrating, like he’s looking right through me.

find truffles around here, you know that,

I need to do something, okay?

stern, his

you.”

flash of Alpha energy in his eyes, a silent, commanding aura

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

way.

hear myself say. “You

a split second, I see something there, a glint of something like

says, his

alone in my office, staring at the

I just agree to

…

each step

earth.

the forest in surreal grays and blues.

a dream. Or maybe a nightmare, if something were

his footsteps softly echoing my own. We move in a

ground for any signs of

cluster near a

approaches, leaning down to take a

the reddish-brown caps. “Definitely not the

yes, they are edible.”

discovering various

others more

find turns into a mini biology lesson as I identify them, and the

slowly begins to lift.

mushroom

prolonged silence. “You had to stop me from picking that

tinge of nostalgia sweeping over me. “You were so

would have sauteed it right up

in the laughter, and for a brief moment,

and nothing else. But then guilt seeps in, muddying

be laughing, not like this, not when I just lost my two best friends

But then, something happens.

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

echoing between

pulling me behind a large oak. His body presses