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,

little while longer, zesting

faster than I expected, but

to pop open the lid and wince

scent of cumin. “What

looks up, eyes

not.” I frantically search for the correct spice, but

“Maybe the labels got messed up.” I pick up another jar, pop

and inhale. But the jar, labeled

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

here?”

is already on the move, reaching into our spice cupboard

jar labeled

one is bound to be the right one.

the jar. A quick glance at the clock makes

hunting for spices than

is on me, documenting my struggle. Stifling

and get