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.

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

if she hadn’t walked out on me. So

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

to see the

wash my hands and hustle over to Table 5. I paste

smile. “Is everything all

middle-aged woman, glaring at her pasta as if

I’ve ever had. It’s dry and there’s too

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

woman huffs. “I want this taken off

clenched teeth. “Again,

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

complaint.”

eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Where the

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

his number for the umpteenth time

Straight to voicemail. Again.

but he bailed. No call, no show.

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

I say, throwing my apron

together on the line seems to

own managerial duties pull at me from every angle, like one of

caught in the middle, like an unsuspecting peasant who got

a loaf of bread.