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.

make it right, and

Karl just looks at me, waiting for my

I turn to

to his feet. “Sorry again,” he

curled in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms

to me. “He

a bit too far?” It’s just like

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

me a talk.”

but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to

green couch and

one of the chairs and I take

talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a

wife after a divorce.”

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

eyebrows go up.

“How have you been the past few years?”

So much for

in for the first time. It’s not very large, but it’s a nice place.

look out at

painted the cabinets a soft yellow

on

carpets

my best pots and pans. It’s not much,

and I love

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

it, but I don’t have

to me. “And you’ve got a

I force a smile.

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

new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard,

work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it to get the results I’ve gotten.

Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

awkwardness makes the air set heavy around us. I almost wish

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

it feels

curious about how I’m doing?” he

avoided any mention

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

live his perfect

for me to care about you,” I

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

I could move on like you have, but it’s not so

I made three