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.

right,

terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting

I turn to Karl. “I think you can let him

and the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry

Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a

really necessary?” I ask, folding

back to me. “He

have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just

just shakes his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me into

me a talk.”

way. He wanders down

to the green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He perches

the chairs and I take the

I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good

wife after a divorce.”

over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the pack for the

eyebrows go up. “Is that

the past few years?” The sudden change of subject makes me feel

whiplash. So much

apartment, taking it in for the first time. It’s not very

are white, and a few large windows look out at the street. The living

last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the room cheerier. Cookbooks sit

on the marble

wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My

It’s not much, not

I love how cozy it

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah, I

again, turning back to me.

restaurant.” I force a smile.

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

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful

to put all of myself into it to get the results I’ve gotten. But there’s

to know

“Good, that’s good.”

air set heavy around us. I

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

it feels especially

I’m doing?” he asks after

can’t help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s on the TV,

If he’s attending a social event, I stay

him live his

you,” I say, deciding that

And come on, you’re the Alpha. You can have anything

on like you have, but it’s not

made