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…

but chuckle.

while longer, zesting and whipping. The

faster than I expected, but

I reach for the nutmeg—only to pop open the lid and wince at

scent of

up, eyes

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

up.” I

lid, and inhale. But the jar, labeled ‘cinnamon’ this time, smells

“Paprika in

here?”

reaching into our spice cupboard up

labeled ‘nutmeg’

to be the right one. The other must have

at the clock makes my heart

I’ve wasted more time hunting for spices than I would

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

and get back