Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0163
Abby

“Okay, John, pass me the truffle oil,” I call out, my focus entirely on the pan in front of me.

“Got it,” John replies, handing me the small, dark bottle.

The kitchen is close to closing time, and John and I have been spending every free moment today

trying to get this recipe right. We don’t have the truffles, but I’ve settled on some substitutions, figuring

that it’ll be better to at least get practice on the dish rather than nothing at all.

I drizzle a few drops over the mafaldine, my eyes narrowing as I try to capture the elusive essence of

the dish in my mind. “It has to be perfect. The competition won’t allow any room for error.”

John smiles, a flash of warmth in his eyes. “You’re doing great, Abby. We’ve got this.”

But as I stir the pasta, incorporating the oil into the sauce, I know something isn’t right. It’s good, but it’s

not perfect. The aroma of the truffles fills the air, but it’s missing that rich, deep scent, the kind that

lingers on your tongue and in your nostrils.

Still, that doesn’t mean that it’s a total failure.

watching as they combine with the mafaldine. “Okay, let’s plate

give it

plates, and I spoon generous

We sit down at

as John takes his first

with the brilliance

he says cautiously. “Really

letting the

down my fork

concern etched into his features. “What’s missing? What do

perfect?”

the truffles, John.

Without the right truffles, we can’t get

just right.”

different brand? Maybe it’s the

shake my head, exasperated. “I’ve tried three different suppliers already.

see how we can get our hands on European black

“Then we’ll have to just keep

when

comfort me, but all they do

to this dish is

hand. “I think I

towel onto the counter.