Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 163

Abby

“Okay, John, pass me the truffle oil,” I call out, my focus entirely on the pan in front of me.

“Got it,” John replies, handing me the small, dark bottle.

The kitchen is close to closing time, and John and I have been spending every free moment today trying to get this recipe right. We don’t have the truffles, but I’ve settled on some substitutions, figuring that it’ll be better to at least get practice on the dish rather than nothing at all.

I drizzle a few drops over the mafaldine, my eyes narrowing as I try to capture the elusive essence of the dish in my mind. “It has to be perfect. The competition won't allow any room for error.”

John smiles, a flash of warmth in his eyes. “You’re doing great, Abby. We’ve got this.”

But as I stir the pasta, incorporating the oil into the sauce, I know something isn’t right. It’s good, but it’s not perfect. The aroma of the truffles fills the air, but it’s missing that rich, deep scent, the kind that lingers on your tongue and in your nostrils.

Still, that doesn’t mean that it’s a total failure.

I toss in the sauteed mushrooms, watching as they combine with the mafaldine. “Okay, let’s plate this and give it a taste.”

John hands me two white plates, and I spoon generous portions onto each, taking care to get the presentation just right in preparation for the cook-off. We sit down at the makeshift tasting table, and I watch as John takes his first bite.

His eyes light up, but not with the brilliance I had hoped for.

“It’s… good,” he says cautiously. “Really good.”