Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The morning sun is barely peeking over the h orizon, casting a soft glow on the deserted streets as I race

toward the restaurant.

Despite my exhaustion, I couldn’t sleep, and am currently running off of several cups of coffee. My mind

races, replaying last night’s accidental revelation like a broken record.

I need to find Karl. Now. And even though it’s early, something tells me that he’s already in the kitchen.

I burst into the restaurant, my eyes scanning the empty tables, the bar, and finally landing on the kitchen

door, where a dim light is shining through the small window. Pushing it open, I find Karl, knife in hand,

chopping vegetables with a newfound kind of precision brought about by his apprenticeship under John.

“Karl, we need to talk. Now.”

Enter title…

widening for a moment before

You look like you’ve seen

it was that simple,” I mutter, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my eyes from my

need to find those truffles.

his voice taking on a stern tone. “That place

and I’m certainly not

I got

his knife down on the counter. “An

heart pounding so hard I think it might pound right out of my chest.

I did. They’re picking the truffle dish for the main course. If

recipe, I’m screwed.”

to decipher whether I’m lying or not before

nose. “Abby, as much as I want

They

memories from last night that I

think I don’t know that? I know the risks, but

leans against the counter, his eyes shadowed. “You might

had to jump into water just to escape.