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Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 63

I’m standing by the stainless steel counter, doing my best to look like I’m occupied with inventory and prepping the dough for our fresh bread in the morning.

But my real focus is on the fiery dance unfolding in front of me—Karl and John, circling each other in the kitchen like two alpha wolves in a turf war. The tension is so thick you could spread it on toast.

“Karl! Chop those onions faster!” John barks, to which Karl surprisingly complies—and with a smile on his face, no less. I’m pleased. It’s not perfect, but it’s their first night. I just hope that it gets better over time.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes in my pocket, shattering the moment. I glance down; it’s a call from Calvin, the representative for the cook-off. I’m suddenly flooded with a mixture of excitement and nerves. This could be a game-changer for my career, for my restaurant, for me.

With a lingering glance at Karl, whose hands are meticulously arranging greens on a plate, I slip away. I dart through the swinging door of the kitchen, my heels clicking urgently against the tile floor, and make a beeline for my office.

Once inside, I close the door, leaning against it momentarily to collect myself. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I swipe the screen and answer.

“Mr. Thompson, hi! Sorry I couldn’t take your call immediately. Things are a little hectic here.”

“No worries, Abby.” Calvin’s voice is as smooth as I remember, professional with a tinge of friendliness. “I know you’re a busy woman. That’s part of why we wanted you for the cook-off, actually.”

My heart swells with a combination of pride and anticipation. “Thank you, Mr. Thompson. That means a lot.”

“Now, onto why I called you: I’ve just received the recipe list for the cook-off,” he continues. “I’ll be sending it to you via email shortly. You’re welcome to spend the coming weeks practicing, but keep in mind that only three recipes will be chosen from the list, and you won’t know which ones will be chosen until the time of the competition. The format will involve each contestant cooking a three-course meal: an appetizer, an entree, and a dessert.”

I jot down some quick notes as he speaks. This is more structured than I thought, but also more exciting. “Three courses,” I repeat. “Got it.”

“Also,” Calvin continues, “you will be allowed to bring one assistant—or sous chef, rather—of your choosing to help you during the competition. Only one. Choose wisely.”

“Of course,” I say, already wondering who I would bring. John, most likely. Or maybe Ethan. He doesn’t have much experience behind the line, but he’s dependable.

Calvin continues. “Each round will eliminate the lowest-scoring contestant until we’re down to the final two. It will be a spectacle, Abby, and a real challenge. And… It will be televised.”

The adrenaline courses through me at his words. Challenge is exactly what I need right now, something to throw myself into, something that isn’t fraught with emotional landmines like my current situation with Karl.

But television? I’ve only been on the local news once for a brief five-minute interview.

“I can sense your trepidation,” Calvin says, and I can hear his warm smile through the phone. “But don’t worry. Our producers are the best. Everything will be taken care of.”

“Th-Thank you, Mr. Thompson,” I manage, swallowing.

“We’re excited to have you, Abby,” Calvin assures me. “Check your email soon.”

“I will… Thanks again,” I reply, the smile on my face probably wide enough to split it in two.

As I hang up, I clutch my phone to my chest, my eyes fluttering closed for a brief, sacred moment. For the first time in a while, tears prick the corners of my eyes for a reason other than heartbreak or frustration. They’re tears of joy, of potential, of a future that’s finally looking bright.

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