Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 42

Abby

Just as I’m leaning forward to make sense of the strange spark in the back of the oven, something ignites.

I jump back with a yelp just as the heat nearly consumes me.

My heart races as the orange flames dance menacingly from the oven, cutting off the symphony of our dinner rush with its threatening roar. The scent of burnt food mingles with a more acrid, electrical smell. An electrical fire.

Panic courses through me.

“Fire! Fire in the oven!” I shout, reaching for the nearby fire extinguisher.

My fingers barely grasp the cool metal before I feel the searing heat engulf my arm. A sharp pain lances through me, and I draw back with a sharp hiss, dropping the fire extinguisher.

My arm pulses with intense pain, the skin red and already blistering.

“Abby!” Karl’s voice cuts through the chaos, and before I know it, he’s beside me, effortlessly wielding the extinguisher to smother the flames. Within moments, the roaring fire is reduced to a smoky whisper, but the damage is done.

I cradle my burnt arm, biting back the tears that threaten to spill. The pain is overwhelming. My vision blurs, and my legs feel weak. The world tilts.

“Abby, look at me,” Karl urges, his voice lined with concern. His deep brown eyes are inches away, full of worry.

“I… I’m okay,” I manage, although the quiver in my voice betrays me. The pain isn’t subsiding, and a nauseating mix of fear and shock swirls within me.

“You’re not okay,” he insists. “We need to get you to the hospital. Now.”

The bustling sounds of the restaurant seem distant. Whispers and murmurs of concern ripple around us, but all I can focus on is Karl’s steady voice.

“No, the restaurant…” I begin, my thoughts fragmented. The reality of the situation hasn’t fully sunk in.

Karl, taking charge, nods to Jake. “Handle things here. I’ll take Abby to the hospital.”

Without waiting for a response, Karl gently scoops me up, his arms cradling me close. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the aromas of the kitchen, is oddly comforting. My head rests against his chest as he carries me out to his car. The cool evening air is a sharp contrast to the heat inside, and I can’t help but shiver.

Inside the car, he places me gently on the passenger seat, buckling me in. “Just hang in there, Abby. We’ll be there soon.”

I nod weakly, my gaze drifting to my burnt arm. The pain is unbearable, but having Karl beside me is a strange balm.

As he starts the car, I feel his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a simple gesture, but in this moment of vulnerability, it means everything.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs, shooting me a quick glance before focusing back on the road.

“Thank you, Karl,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there.”

He squeezes my hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on my skin. “You don’t have to thank me, Abby. I just did what anyone would have.”

But at this moment, I know that’s not true. In my pain-induced state, I almost feel as though everything about Karl’s return to me has been nothing but one thing after another. Like he returned at just the right time, when I needed him the most. But it’s silly; I’m just delirious from the pain of the burn on my arm.

His grip tightens, and I feel the reassuring rhythm of his pulse against my fingers. The city lights blur past us, but inside the car, time seems to slow.