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. “Alright, fine. You’ve got

a little while longer, zesting

faster than I expected, but I’m

for the nutmeg—only to pop open the lid and

of cumin. “What

up, eyes narrowing. “That’s not

for the correct spice, but

“Maybe the labels got messed up.”

and inhale. But the jar, labeled ‘cinnamon’

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

here?”

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

labeled ‘nutmeg’

be the right

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

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

documenting my struggle. Stifling a curse, I dump the

mixture and get