Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 110

But I quickly shake off the idea. No, he doesn’t have enough experience. It would be silly for me to choose him as my sous chef.

Right?

…

The next morning, Chloe greets me with a steaming cup of coffee as I walk into the restaurant. “Morning, boss lady. How are you today?”

“Good, actually,” I say with a grin, gratefully accepting the frothy coffee. “Had a successful night last night.”

“Oh?” Chloe asks, leaning on the bar as I take a seat on one of the stools, her own coffee in hand. “How so?”

I shrug and take a sip. “I was struggling with a souffle recipe. But you’re not gonna believe this; Karl showed up and offered to help. It’s crazy. He’s actually a master at making souffles. Who would’ve thought?”

Chloe’s face tightens. “Karl helped you?”

“Yes, why?”

“I told him to stay away from you, Abby. I thought I was doing you a favor. But apparently he just doesn’t listen.”

I blink, surprised and a little annoyed. “You told him what?”

Chloe shrugs. “He was moping about how you decided to go through with the competition. I told him that he should just piss off, basically.”

Her words make my head reel. While I understand the sentiment behind them, something about it makes me angry; maybe it’s because I only just told her that I needed to be trusted to make my own decisions, not have decisions made for me.

Chloe scoffs. “So you’re just going to let him waltz back into your life after everything he’s done? Are you serious? Just because he ‘apologized’? As if it wasn’t just a tactic to get in your pants.”

“I’m not letting him waltz back in, and I’m not ‘letting him in my pants,’” I snarl. “But maybe, just maybe, he’s becoming something of a friend.” Even as I say them, the words feel strange on my tongue. But I mean it. Despite everything, Karl has helped me a lot recently. I can’t deny that.

“A friend? So what does that make me, then? Chopped liver?”

“No, Chloe, you’re not chopped liver. You’re my best friend, but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate who I can and cannot talk to.”

“Well, if Karl’s your friend now, maybe you don’t need me anymore,” Chloe snaps, her eyes brimming with anger and something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Before I can say anything, she turns on her heel and storms out, leaving me standing there. All I can do is watch her fading form and curse under my breath.