Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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I move toward the standing mixer, throwing ingredients in, taking care to

measure with conviction. Cooking is one thing, but making is another; there is

no room for measuring mistakes. An extra tablespoon of sugar could ruin the

whole dish.

Karl grins, his voice cutting through the tension. “Don’t forget to breathe, Abby,”

he reminds me, shooting me a wink from across the table.

I let out a breath. “I’m breathing.”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, sliding the bowl of lemon zest toward me. “Everyone

knows that breathing involves keeping your chest perfectly still, your shoulders

stiff, your face red.”

Enter title…

chuckle.

little while longer, zesting and whipping. The

I

that is, I reach for the nutmeg—only to pop open the lid

of cumin. “What

eyes narrowing.

it’s not.” I frantically search for the correct spice,

up.”

jar, labeled

rising. “Paprika in the cinnamon jar?

here?”

is already on the move, reaching into our spice cupboard up

labeled ‘nutmeg’ and hands

one is bound to be the right one.

jar. A quick glance at the clock makes my

for spices than I

my struggle. Stifling a

and get back

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