Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“Here we are,” I announce, gesturing at the controlled chaos around me.

Mr. Thompson steps in, his eyes moving critically from the prep stations to the line cooks and finally to

Anton, who is still engrossed in his soup. His gaze lingers on the French chef for a few moments,

hesitating, before landing on me. “Busy today, huh?”

“Yes, very,” I respond. “Business has been good, and we aim to keep it that way.”

“I see cleanliness is a priority as always,” he observes, his gaze lingering on Anton once more.

I can’t shake the feeling that I—or rather, Anton—am being tested, but I plaster a smile on my face and

nod. “Of course, Mr. Thompson. We always get top ratings on our health reports.”

After a few more moments of looking around, Mr. Thompson nods in a satisfied manner and follows me to

the door. But once we’re in the hallway, alone, his facade seems to drop ever so slightly.

Enter title…

I’m sure you know that I’m not just here for a

deciding to feign

I disregard tabloid journalism just

to say the least. Is it

at his words. This was exactly what I feared, but I’m not about to lie. “Yes,” I

up. “Anton is homeless, but he’s an excellent

not just about the kitchen, but about getting his life back in order.

him

moment, clearly moved by

his eyes, something that

Abby,” he says. “But also a liability. I hope

“How so?”

finalist for the competition, which puts you under our brand. An

you, but on the

can do is keep holding my chin

disqualified, not just over Anton, but also over the emails that I was privy

thankfully hasn’t mentioned