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…

plan, I find myself lurching forward, fueled by

competition, and snatch the

I call out, loud enough for

you up to this?”

the truffles come into my

something unreadable, and suddenly, he’s cradling

pain.

my wrist! You hurt me!” he

truffles in hand, shocked. “I did no

you!”

drawing eyes toward us like moths

silent, save

in our direction, eager to capture this drama for

him! He’s lying!” I protest, holding out

his deceit. “He was swapping the ingredients. He

truffles and—”

the narrative has shifted, and I