Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The shock of seeing Karl drenched and out of breath still hangs in the air as my mind races, trying to

piece together why he’s in this state, why he’s been missing all day.

“Karl, what happened? Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? We

needed you today!”

The words tumble out in a rush, fueled by anger, annoyance, and although I won’t admit it, maybe a hint of

relief at seeing that he’s here and that he seems okay.

Karl looks at me, his eyes apologetic. “I’m sorry, Abby. I know I messed up, not showing up and not

answering your calls, but it’s because I was trying to do something for you.”

My brows knit together in confusion. “For me?”

Enter title…

his words carefully. “I went to find those black

competition.”

eyes widen. “You

story: about the sketchy dealer that turned out to be

Adam, and

I went to the place that Adam told me about,” he says, still drying his soaked hair with

about those guys. The whole place is

close to where we were mushroom hunting the other day. In fact, those were

caught a trespasser, or maybe they

hearing this. Suddenly, I don’t care so much about the truffles

his safety. “Karl, are you insane? That’s dangerous! What

got caught, Abby. Had to jump

into knots, both from relief and the

“You could have been hurt, Karl. Go d,

“Yeah, but I wasn’t. I’m here. And I’m sorry I couldn’t get

to bring them to you,

for me to process the depth of what he’s saying, the lengths