Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“On it,” he responds, jogging toward the pantry. He returns a few moments later,

and we swap places.

“Make sure to turn the duck and sear it evenly,” I call out as I begin to mix the

ingredients together to make the dough. “Use the red wine for moisture. Yeah,

just like that, perfect…”

…

When the buzzer blares, signaling the end of the round, I step back and take a

look at my dish.

It’s beautiful—each element perfectly executed, just like I rehearsed a million

times in my head. The plate practically glows under the stage lights, and I can’t

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feel a surge of pride course through

around, forks poised, eyes narrowed

I watch as they reach Daniel’s station.

they taste her creation. My heart pounds

echoing my mounting anxiety.

come to

ladies and gentlemen,” I say, pushing my

croûte. I

adds a savory kick in a

judge takes a bite and nods approvingly, her eyes meeting mine in

of respect. The second

then, there’s Logan—the Logan—chef extraordinaire and

most renowned restaurants in the world.

he takes a bite of

stretch out like hours as he chews slowly, deliberately, his

a small grimace. My blood runs

he says, setting down his fork. “And you could have

The black pepper isn’t hiding

taken a punch to the gut. The

throat collapsing in on itself. This is only