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…

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

while longer, zesting

faster than I

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

of cumin.

looks up, eyes narrowing.

not.” I frantically search for the correct

the labels got messed up.”

the jar, labeled

panic rising. “Paprika in the cinnamon

here?”

into our spice cupboard

out another jar labeled ‘nutmeg’ and hands

be the right one.

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

I’ve wasted more time hunting for spices than I

me, documenting my struggle. Stifling

mixture and

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