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.

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

if she hadn’t walked out on me. So

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

demanding to see

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

smile. “Is everything all

really,” says a middle-aged woman, glaring at her pasta as if

ever had. It’s dry and there’s too much

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

want this taken off the

through clenched teeth. “Again,

kitchen, my patience wearing thin. “John, we need to remake a linguine.

complaint.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.

the dinner

number for the

Straight to voicemail. Again.

supposed to show up today, but he bailed. No call, no show. Just an empty

rest of us are scrambling to make it work,

say, throwing my apron

and I work together on the line seems to stretch on for

duties pull at me from every angle,

limbs. I feel caught in the middle,

a loaf of bread.

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