Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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…

help but chuckle. “Alright, fine. You’ve

sync for a little while longer, zesting and

faster than I

I reach for the nutmeg—only to pop open

of cumin.

looks up, eyes

the correct spice,

“Maybe the labels got messed up.” I pick up

the jar, labeled ‘cinnamon’ this time, smells

panic rising. “Paprika in the cinnamon jar? What’s going

here?”

already on the move, reaching into our

another jar labeled ‘nutmeg’ and hands it to

is bound to be the right one. The other

I grab the jar. A quick glance at the clock makes my heart

hunting for spices

on me, documenting my struggle. Stifling a curse, I dump

the mixture and