Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

His gaze finally breaks from mine, looking at anything but my face. “I was just

checking something,” he says, his voice so low it’s a whisper.

“Oh, you were ‘checking something?’” I echo, my tone chalk full of disbelief. “By

switching labels and possibly ruining our dish? Hm?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it again, the perfect picture of guilt.

“I was just…” He stammers, his voice trailing off.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m getting those truffles—the real black truffles, the ones

that are balled up in his filthy little hand, about to be slipped into his pocket—for

Abby, one way or another.

Enter title…

thinking of a plan, I find myself lurching forward,

of the competition, and snatch the truffles out of

I call out, loud enough for the others to hear. “Did Daniel

you up to this?”

into my possession, the sous

unreadable, and suddenly, he’s

pain.

my wrist! You hurt me!” he cries

stand there, truffles in hand, shocked. “I did no such thing! I didn’t even

you!”

walls, drawing eyes toward

room falls deathly silent, save

our direction, eager to capture this drama for live

touch him! He’s lying!”

his deceit. “He was swapping

truffles and—”

narrative has shifted, and I