Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 242

His gaze finally breaks from mine, looking at anything but my face. “I was just checking something,” he says, his voice so low it’s a whisper.

“Oh, you were ‘checking something?’” I echo, my tone chalk full of disbelief. “By switching labels and possibly ruining our dish? Hm?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it again, the perfect picture of guilt.

“I was just…” He stammers, his voice trailing off.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m getting those truffles—the real black truffles, the ones that are balled up in his filthy little hand, about to be slipped into his pocket—for Abby, one way or another.

Without entirely thinking of a plan, I find myself lurching forward, fueled by anger and the adrenaline of the competition, and snatch the truffles out of his hand.

“You’re cheating!” I call out, loud enough for the others to hear. “Did Daniel put you up to this?”

But then, as the truffles come into my possession, the sous chef’s face morphs into something unreadable, and suddenly, he’s cradling his wrist, howling in pain.

“You wrenched my wrist! You hurt me!” he cries out.

I stand there, truffles in hand, shocked. “I did no such thing! I didn’t even touch you!”

His cries echo off the pantry walls, drawing eyes toward us like moths to a flame. The room falls deathly silent, save for his accusations. The camera swivels in our direction, eager to capture this drama for live television.

“Look, everyone, I didn’t touch him! He’s lying!” I protest, holding out the truffles as evidence of his deceit. “He was swapping the ingredients. He took the black truffles and—”