Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 289

Abby

Logan’s smirk unsettles me. It feels as though he somehow has the upper hand in a game I didn’t even know we were playing.

“I don’t understand, Logan. What are you talking about?” My voice is steady, but inside, I feel anything but.

Logan leans against the door frame, casual as ever. “Ken didn’t tell you?” He raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I thought after our chat on the day of the cook-off, he would fill you in.”

“Fill me in on what, exactly?” I press, my heart pounding. Karl had mentioned a ‘misconception’ that day, that he had tried to change Logan’s mind but couldn’t, but that was as much as I knew.

And yet, the way Logan is looking at me, like he’s got a secret that he isn’t telling, is downright infuriating.

He shrugs, the smirk still there. “It’s not my place. But, Abby, you should probably have a conversation with your ‘sous chef.’ I’m not one to repeat myself.”

And with that, he turns on his heel and walks back to the dining room to join the chatting group with his glass of wine, leaving me alone with nothing but a steaming coffee pot and a mind racing with questions.

What did Karl say to him? What could have really been said between them? Is there something that Karl isn’t telling me?

I reach for the coffee pot, my hands trembling slightly. The dark liquid pours into the cups, but I’m not really paying attention. My mind is stuck on Logan’s words, on the implications of what he said. There’s more to this story. There has to be.

Suddenly, thanks to my distraction, the coffee cup overflows and dark coffee spills out onto the granite countertop.

Karl and the judges have moved from the dining table to the sitting area, where Karl is entertaining them with more jokes and stories. They’re still calling him ‘Ken,’ a pseudonym that once felt necessary but now feels like another layer to the secret.

“Everything okay, Abby?” Vanessa asks, her eyes kind but inquisitive as I approach.

I force a smile, setting the tray down. “Yes, everything’s fine. Just a little spill in the kitchen.” It’s not a complete lie, but it’s not the full truth either.

“Ah, the joys of being a chef,” Xavier jokes, accepting his cup with a grateful nod.

I nod in agreement, playing along, but Logan’s eyes meet mine across the room. There’s a flicker of something there. It’s as if he knows that something is off.