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.

mushrooms, watching as they combine

it

hands me two white plates, and I spoon

We sit down at the makeshift tasting

as John takes his first

light up, but not with the brilliance I had

good,” he says cautiously. “Really

pick up my fork and take a mouthful, letting the flavors play across my taste

down my fork with

my eyes, concern etched into his features. “What’s missing? What do we need

perfect?”

head, frustration building. “It’s the truffles,

truffles, we can’t get the flavor of the truffle

just right.”

different brand? Maybe it’s the

shake my head, exasperated. “I’ve tried three different suppliers already. Unless a miracle happens,

can get our hands

“Then we’ll have to just keep

perfect as it can be. And when

meant to comfort me, but all they do is

to this dish is what

abruptly, my towel clenched in my hand. “I think I need to take a

towel onto the counter.