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

searched me up and down

were considering, before he

said, and the

on

as commanding off stage as it was onstage, and

small and thick with tension. Logan was the only

off doing their own thing. I was relieved,

two of us:

behind me, turning to

of curiosity

is it?”

name. It was

and it was what I

over.

Ken?” he

with you,” I began, my hands clasped

“I’ve noticed something… a tension between you and Abby.

personal than with

why it seems like you’ve got it

Abby send you?” he

my head vehemently. “No. She has no idea I’m even

you

looked at me for a moment, then leaned back against

assuming I dislike Abby, which couldn’t be further from the truth,”

with a disarming calmness.

out there,” I countered, my

her, it’s like she’s being

a moment, considering. “Look, I know

actually gets them right, are some of the

this competition. And her techniques are pretty much spot

then?” I pressed. “Why are you

not nearly as strict with

mine, and there was a flicker of something unexpected