Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Karl

The second round had left a bitter taste in my mouth. Seeing the way that the

judge, Logan, tore into Abby on live television left me feeling maybe a little too

overprotective, but I couldn’t just stand idly by while Abby had her integrity

ripped apart on stage.

I told Abby I needed to take a call, but it was a complete lie. I needed to talk to

this Logan, understand why he was being so harsh on Abby compared to the

other contestants. And most of all, I needed to make him see the truth: that Abby

was an excellent chef, undeserving of this treatment, and that her spices had

been sabotaged.

Enter title…

The security guard outside the judges’ private room was a mountain of a man,

his face impassive as I approached.

“Hello,” I said, adjusting my blue surgical mask slightly. “I’d like to speak with—”

“I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t go in there,” the security guard replied, his voice a

low rumble. “Policy.”

“But I just need a moment with Judge Logan. It’s important,” I pleaded, trying to

keep the urgency out of my voice.

Before the guard could refuse me again, the door cracked open and Logan’s

found mine. His eyes searched me up and down for a moment,

considering, before he finally

and

on

was as commanding off stage as it was

and thick with tension. Logan was the only

likely off doing their own thing. I was

two of us: man

closed the door behind me, turning to face Logan, who was regarding

of

is it?” he

real name. It was

was what I would stick with until

over.

I do for you, Ken?” he asked, folding

my hands clasped

noticed something… a tension

seem more personal than with the

it seems like you’ve got it out for

eyebrows lifted. “Did Abby

vehemently. “No. She has no

you

for a moment, then leaned back

Abby, which couldn’t

with a disarming calmness.

out there,”

been with her, it’s like she’s being singled

paused for a moment, considering. “Look, I know

she actually gets them

this competition. And her techniques are pretty

pressed. “Why are you

You’re not nearly

mine, and there was a flicker of something unexpected