Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 162

“Karl?” Adam’s voice catches my attention, and I whip around to see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

I swallow my pride and walk up to him, trying not to show my embarrassment. “You’ve got a minute? I need to ask you something.”

Adam nods and gestures for me to follow. “Of course I’ve got time.”

We find our way to a secluded corner, both keenly aware that this isn’t a casual catch-up between friends, but rather something more.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you,” Adam begins, his tone slightly lowered. “Have you gotten my emails?”

“Oh, I’ve been getting them,” I answer. “And actually, that’s why I’m here. But I have a favor to ask before I give you the name of my supplier.”

Adam raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t seem too surprised.. It’s clear that he expected that I would be making some sort of request. “I’m listening.”

“I need truffles. Rare, high-quality black truffles.” I lean in, my voice almost a whisper. “I’ve been to every supplier, Adam. No one’s got them. Not even mine.”

Adam’s eyes narrow, but there’s an understanding there, a mutual sort of recognition of what it’s like to be in the culinary game. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, and thinks for a minute.

“I know a place,” he finally says.

“Good,” I answer, whipping out my phone and opening the notes app to take this down. “Spill.”

“But it’s risky, Karl,” he continues. “It’s basically the territory of a poaching ring. They dominate the market for extremely rare ingredients. Actually, it’s near here.”

My stomach tightens. I’m no stranger to taking risks, but something about the way that Adam is framing this makes it feel different. A poaching ring? This could be more dangerous than I thought. But then I think of Abby, and how much hangs in the balance.

“And for the record, those guys would probably charge you the cost of an entire house for a single truffle,” Adam adds, as if reading my thoughts. “Trust me, I doubt you wanna do business with them.”

“Listen,” I say, my voice steady. “Whatever it is, I can handle it. It’s for Abby.”