Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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.

throwing down my order pad and darting behind the bar to switch

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

phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a text from the front-of-house

demanding to

great,” I grumble as I wash my hands and hustle over to Table 5. I paste on my

“Is everything all

says a middle-aged woman, glaring at her pasta as if it had personally insulted her.

I’ve ever had. It’s dry and there’s

deep breath. “I’m so sorry you’re not

huffs. “I want this taken off

clenched teeth. “Again, I apologize for

patience wearing thin. “John, we

complaint.”

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

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

and dial his number for

Straight to voicemail. Again.

up today, but he bailed. No call,

rest of us are scrambling to make it work, on a Friday night no

apron on

and I work together on the line seems to

managerial duties pull at me from every angle,

your limbs. I feel caught in the middle, like an unsuspecting peasant who got

a loaf of bread.