Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Karl chuckles. The production assistant is waving her clipboard frantically,

checking her watch like we’re about to count down to an explosion. Karl takes

my hand and we run down the hall, bursting through the doors to the stage. The

assistant gestures to where our station is, all the way on the other end.

Composing ourselves, we walk stiffly onto the stage.

As we walk into the blinding lights, I can see the other contestants—waiting,

watching at their stations. Vanessa is watching from the judges’ stand, and for a

moment I expect her to shake her head with disappointment. But instead, she

shoots me a subtle wink and a thumbs-up. That alone is enough to make me

feel more at ease.

Enter title…

But then, just as we’re passing by the other stations, I hear it: Daniel’s voice, a

through the air, low enough so only Karl and I

hear.

at her,” Daniel mutters to his sous chef, not

even get her morning straight without

has no business being in a professional

bristle of indignation bubbling beneath the surface of

feel Karl tense beside me, his eyes narrowing as he

words.

say something,” he growls, ready to pounce,

him

in, not now. Not when it would

place in

care of business.

firmly.

me a look as we approach our station. “And just let

you? Again?”

you to

you

him off. “Now is not

a moment before he finally nods, although