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

the adrenaline of the competition, and

enough for the others to hear.

you up to this?”

truffles come into my

and suddenly, he’s cradling his wrist, howling

pain.

wrist! You hurt

“I did no such thing! I didn’t

you!”

cries echo off the pantry walls, drawing eyes toward us like moths to

room falls deathly silent, save for his accusations. The

direction, eager to capture this drama for live

didn’t touch him! He’s lying!” I

of his deceit. “He was swapping the ingredients. He

truffles and—”

narrative has shifted, and I