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…

you know that I’m not just here for a visit,”

to

disregard tabloid journalism just as much as

to say the least.

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

is homeless, but he’s an excellent chef. We’re happy to

just about the kitchen, but about getting his life back in

for him in

by my little speech. But there’s

eyes, something that

says. “But also a liability.

“How so?”

sighs. “You’re a finalist for the competition, which puts you under our brand.

on you,

but all I can do is keep holding my chin high

but also over

thankfully hasn’t