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…

entirely thinking of a plan, I find myself lurching

the adrenaline of the competition, and snatch the truffles out of

call out, loud enough for the others to hear.

you up to this?”

come into my

suddenly, he’s cradling his wrist, howling

pain.

You hurt

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

you!”

echo off the pantry walls, drawing eyes toward us like

room falls deathly silent, save for his

in our direction, eager to capture this drama for live

him! He’s lying!”

was swapping the ingredients. He took the

truffles and—”

has shifted, and I can