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.

I mutter, throwing down my order pad and darting behind the bar

she hadn’t walked out on me. So much for

I’m securing the new keg, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a text from

demanding to see the manager.

and hustle over

“Is everything

her pasta as if

linguine I’ve ever had. It’s

deep breath. “I’m so sorry you’re not enjoying your meal.

huffs. “I want this taken

through clenched teeth. “Again,

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

complaint.”

eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Where the hell is Karl, anyway? I need

at the clock. It’s nearing the end of the dinner rush, and I still haven’t

number for

Straight to voicemail. Again.

but he bailed. No

the rest of us are scrambling to make it work, on a Friday night

say, throwing my apron on and washing

I work together on the line seems to stretch on for an eternity. All

me from every angle,

middle, like an unsuspecting peasant who got caught

a loaf of bread.

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