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…

a plan, I find myself lurching forward, fueled

the adrenaline of the competition, and snatch the truffles out

loud enough for the others to

you up to this?”

truffles come into my possession,

suddenly, he’s cradling his wrist, howling

pain.

my wrist! You

there, truffles in hand, shocked. “I did no such thing! I

you!”

pantry walls, drawing eyes toward us like moths to

room falls deathly silent,

our direction, eager to capture this drama for live

I didn’t touch him! He’s lying!” I protest, holding out the

was swapping the ingredients. He took the

truffles and—”

it’s too late; the narrative has shifted, and I can