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

Adam. No one’s got them. Not even

an understanding there, a

the culinary game. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his

place,” he

out my phone and opening the

the territory of a

extremely rare ingredients. Actually, it’s

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

poaching ring? This could be more dangerous than

how much hangs

record, those guys would probably charge you the

as if reading my thoughts. “Trust me,

my voice steady. “Whatever it is, I can handle

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

she’s doing okay.”

for a moment, then nod, offering Adam a tense smile. “She’s… good, actually. Really

a moment of silence between us. I can sense that there’s more that Adam wants to say, but

doesn’t.

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

meets mine, the weight of the decision hanging heavily between

“Deal.”

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

up with the tsunami of relief flooding through me. “Here,” I say, handing

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