Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

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.

“What?” she says, sensing my terse look. “Something wrong?”

I swallow. The words come out harsher than I mean them to. “Chloe, it’s not your place to tell him to

stay away from me.”

“I was trying to protect you, Abby. You and I both know that you don’t make the best decisions when it

comes to men. And especially not when it comes to Karl.”

Her words make me even angrier. Without meaning to, I stand abruptly, causing the barstool to scrape

loudly on the floor and echo throughout the empty restaurant. “What do you know about good

decisions?” I snap. “All you’ve ever done is hook up with anything that moves.”

For a moment, Chloe is silent. Even as the words tumble out of my mouth, I realize how harsh they

were. “Chloe, I didn’t mean—”

She holds her hand up to stop me. “It’s whatever. You’re not entirely wrong. But I know you, and I know

Karl—”

“You don’t know Karl at all,” I bite out. “He’s changed, Chloe. Maybe it’s about time you realize that he’s

trying to be better. And for the record, he apologized last night.”

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 Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

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.