Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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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,

and snatch the

enough for the others to hear.

you up to this?”

come into my possession, the sous

he’s cradling his wrist,

pain.

wrist! You hurt me!” he

in hand, shocked. “I did no such

you!”

walls, drawing eyes toward us like

The room falls deathly silent, save for

to capture this drama

everyone, I didn’t touch him! He’s

deceit. “He was swapping the

truffles and—”

shifted, and I can see it in the way

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