Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 12 – Feel Jealous
Abby

A cool breeze drifts in through the kitchen window, and I cross the room to peer outside. I live on the

top floor of my building, and I’ve got a great view of a nearby park. Standing at the window, I can hear

the whoosh of the wind, and shouts down on the street.

I’ve been waiting to hear from Karl, but he hasn’t called yet. I need to know if my restaurant can open

tonight, so I can get started on everything. The more time that passes, the more tense I become. I

spent the past fifteen minutes staring at the phone, but like a watched pot, staring at it just made it less

likely to ever ring.

My door buzzes, shocking me from my stupor. I cross the bright space and down a narrow hall to the

door.

I press the button and lean in close. “Hello?”

“Abby, it’s Karl. Mind if I come up?”

I don’t answer for a moment. I didn’t exactly tell him where I live, but I guess I didn’t have to. With all

those investigators working for him, I’m sure he knows everything about my life here. As much as I

want to refuse, I don’t think it will deter him.

“Sure.”

Of course, he couldn’t just call.

I press the button to let him in and open my front door. There are only five floors, and it doesn’t take

long before I hear his footsteps on the stairs. He rounds the corner and smiles when he sees me

standing in the doorway. He’s holding a man by the collar, and he shoves him ahead.

“What are you doing here?” I turn to eye the man with him. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh him?” Karl shoves the man to his knees in front of me. He looks up at Karl with wide eyes, then

turns to me with a pleading look.

“Go on,” Karl says.

“I’m very sorry Abby.” He looks up at me, and I have a hard time meeting his gaze. “I own The Crystal

Palace. I’m the one who made a complaint against your restaurant.”

“Oh.”

Karl snarls at him.

to make it right, and it won’t

just

I appreciate the apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think you can let him

the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,” he says, then

him jog down the stairs,

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms

back to me. “He

don’t think you might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just

his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me into the apartment. “You

me a talk.”

the way. He wanders down the hall to the living

green couch and the brown leather

edge of one of the chairs and I take

about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea

wife after a divorce.”

his expression unreadable. “I’m here

up. “Is that

past few years?” The sudden change of subject

So much

looks around the apartment, taking it in for the first time. It’s not very large, but it’s

windows look out

a soft yellow to make the room cheerier. Cookbooks

on

got paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is fully stocked, and

pans. It’s not much, not compared to our old villa, but

love how cozy

been fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

tell if he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah,

to me.

I force

lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just

business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful at it is

to put all of myself into

for Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

set heavy around us.

making polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones for small talk

and it feels especially

I’m doing?” he asks

a little. I’ve avoided any mention of

If he’s attending a social event, I stay away

him live his perfect

about you,” I say,

on, you’re the

have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when I

made