Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

Karl and I burst into the restaurant, a gust of fresh air sweeping in with us as the door swings shut behind.

Our clothes are still wet, covered in mud, and clinging uncomfortably to our skin, but the euphoria coursing

through my veins easily overcomes any discomfort that I might be feeling. The kitchen, already in full

swing for the day, is a cacophony of noise.

John looks up from behind the line, his knife poised mid-air over a bunch of fresh herbs. His brows knit

together as he takes in our disheveled state.

“Where the hell have you both been?”

Without uttering a word, I slide my satchel off my shoulder and set it onto the counter with a triumphant

grin. My heart pounds in my chest as I untie the flap, feeling a surge of triumph course through my veins.

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silently let the truffles tumble out in a

a comical look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him

one time that one of the waitresses dropped his prized braised lamb all

it out

trembling slightly as

inspect it carefully. “Is this… a black

into my eyes as I

still holding the truffle, but now he’s also holding his breath and staring at us, clearly waiting for

explanation.

the beaten path,” Karl starts, a tremor in his voice from

tell he’s reliving it all, just like me. “Through poacher territory, believe it

I continue,

reliving it for a long time to come. “A cave full of these bad

lights, the whole setup.”

eyes grow wider with each passing second that

poachers?” he asks once

maybe a little more excitedly than I mean to.

interrupts, his voice incredulous. “You guys could’ve

nods with a grave expression on his face. “And we almost were. They had guards. With