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.”

need help,” I

been mushroom hunting since I

for a moment, his eyes penetrating, like he’s

truffles around here,

snap, “but I need to do something, okay? I

his demeanor shifts, his voice turning stern, his posture more rigid.

you.”

blink, surprised. There’s a flash of Alpha energy in his eyes, a silent, commanding aura

restrained Karl I’ve been dealing with lately.

way.

I hear myself say. “You can

meet mine, and for a split second, I see something there, a glint of something like

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

leaving me alone in my office, staring at the

just agree to

…

forest floor is soft beneath my boots, each step m ffled by a layer of damp leaves

earth.

the

if something were to come out of the

respectful distance, his footsteps softly echoing my own.

eyes scanning the ground for any signs

there.” I point to a cluster near a

approaches, leaning down to take a closer look. “Are these

brushing away leaves to reveal the reddish-brown caps.

yes, they are edible.”

continue this way for a while, discovering various fungi sca ttered

colors, others more muted but

into a mini biology lesson as I identify them, and the tension that’s been

slowly begins to lift.

time we went mushroom hunting while we were still married?”

breaking a prolonged silence. “You had to stop me from picking

tinge of nostalgia sweeping over me. “You were so excited, you

have sauteed it right up and ended up

laughter, and for a brief moment, the forest becomes a sanctuary, a place

morning air, and nothing else. But then guilt

laughing, not like this, not when I just lost my

But then, something happens.

distant shout cuts through the mist, followed by the disconcerting sound

echoing between the

pulling me behind a large oak. His