Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 164

Chapter 0164
“You know,” I chuckle, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, “when I first went to

culinary school, I thought I would be facing all of these obstacles. Older men not taking me seriously,

financial issues, critics.”

“And you have faced all of that and then some,” John teases.

I nod. “Yes. But now, it’s…”

“Truffles.”

Another chuckle escapes my lips. “Yep. Truffles.”

…

The sizzle of the grill, the clinking of glasses from the bar, and the incessant ring of the phone in the

background merge into one big cacophony, making my head spin.

I’m metaphorically knee-deep in murky water, me ntally ticking off a never-ending list of things that need

to get done, and Karl is nowhere to be found.

“Abby, the Rosé keg just tapped out,” shouts Ethan from the front, his soft voice barely audible over the

din.

pad and

this if she hadn’t walked out on me. So

new keg, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a

is demanding to see the

I grumble as I wash my hands and hustle over to Table 5. I

everything all right

at her pasta as

I’ve ever had. It’s

so sorry you’re not enjoying your meal. Can I offer you something

want this taken off the

clenched teeth. “Again, I apologize

rush back to the kitchen, my patience wearing thin. “John, we need

complaint.”

kidding me. Where the hell is Karl, anyway? I

of the dinner rush, and I still haven’t heard from Karl. I

dial his number for the umpteenth time

Straight to voicemail. Again.

but he bailed. No call,

to make it work, on a Friday

say, throwing my apron on and washing my hands.

hour that John and I work together on the line seems to

me from every angle, like one of those Medieval

feel caught in the middle, like an unsuspecting peasant

a loaf of bread.

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