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.”

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

move in sync for a little while longer, zesting and

down faster than I expected, but

I reach for the nutmeg—only to pop open the lid

of cumin.

up, eyes

frantically search for the

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

inhale. But the jar, labeled ‘cinnamon’

my panic rising. “Paprika

here?”

into our spice cupboard up

labeled ‘nutmeg’ and hands it to me.

be the right one. The other

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

wasted more time hunting for spices than I would have

struggle. Stifling a curse, I

and get back to