Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0162
“Karl?” Adam’s voice catches my attention, and I whip around to see him standing in the doorway of the

kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

I swallow my pride and walk up to him, trying not to show my embarrassment. “You’ve got a minute? I

need to ask you something.”

Adam nods and gestures for me to follow. “Of course I’ve got time.”

We find our way to a secluded corner, both keenly aware that this isn’t a casual catch-up between

friends, but rather something more.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you,” Adam begins, his tone slightly lowered. “Have you

gotten my emails?”

“Oh, I’ve been getting them,” I answer. “And actually, that’s why I’m here. But I have a favor to ask

before I give you the name of my supplier.”

Adam raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t seem too surprised.. It’s clear that he expected that I would be

making some sort of request. “I’m listening.”

“I need truffles. Rare, high-quality black truffles.” I lean in, my voice almost a whisper. “I’ve been to

No one’s got them. Not even

narrow, but there’s an understanding there, a mutual sort of recognition of what it’s like

in the culinary game. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, and thinks for a

know a place,” he finally

and opening the notes

basically the territory of a poaching ring.

for extremely rare ingredients. Actually, it’s

tightens. I’m no stranger to taking risks, but something about the way

ring? This could be more dangerous than I

and how much hangs in the

would probably charge you the cost of an entire

as if reading my thoughts. “Trust me, I doubt you wanna do business with

it

of Abby’s name, Adam’s face softens. “How is she, by the way?”

she’s doing okay.”

a moment, then nod, offering Adam a

of silence between us. I can sense that there’s more that Adam wants

doesn’t.

we have a deal?” I finally ask. “You tell me this location, and I’ll give you the name of

meets mine, the weight of the decision hanging heavily between us. Finally, he

“Deal.”

down my supplier’s information on a piece of paper, my

relief flooding through me. “Here,” I say, handing it

it for a moment, and then carefully folds it and slips it into his pocket. “I