Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“Abby? What’s going on? Shouldn’t you be at the studio?” I ask, blinking in

confusion. Did I sleep through the whole day or something? Did I miss the cookoff?

She pushes past me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe like a worried

mother as she makes her way into my apartment. “Karl, you’re not sick, are

you? Please, for the love of god, tell me you’re not sick.”

I close the door behind her, my brows knitting in confusion. “Sick? No, I’m just a

bit hungover, but other than that, I’m fine. Why? What are you doing here?”

“You’re sure you’re not sick?” Abby presses, leaning in, her eyes still wide but

now tinged with a sliver of hope.

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I throw my hands up in the air. “Would I lie about that? No, I’m not sick, just

hungover, Abby. Now will you tell me why you’re here looking like the world’s

about to end when you’re supposed to be heading to the competition?”

She sighs, the tension leaving her shoulders, but only for a second. “Karl, both

John and Anton have food poisoning. They can’t even stand, let alone be my

chefs for

at her, my eyes wide with shock. “Food poisoning?

that seafood dish we had at

voice tinged with a mix of worry and annoyance. “You didn’t

did you?”

don’t like seafood very much, so I

believe it? Of all the days for something like

happen!”

her, then glance over at my reflection

disheveled mess, not at all

do, Abby?” I find myself

her gaze piercing. “I

think of who might be able

you be my

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Abby

as I drop my bomb on

be my sous chef today?” I ask, the question

air.

of silence, filled only by

of my chest, before Karl finally

not. I’m sorry,

like I’m about to scream and cry and throw

option. I can’t show up to

and I can’t pull out of

I ask, my