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 it won’t ever

terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for

the apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think

feet. “Sorry again,” he says, then he scrambles

Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a smug

ask, folding my arms over

turns back to me. “He owed you

it a bit too far?” It’s just like him

in?” he asks, looking past

me a talk.”

but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living room and I

I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown

the chairs and I take

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

wife after a divorce.”

unreadable. “I’m here

go up. “Is that

“How have you been the past few years?” The sudden

whiplash. So much for discussing

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

and a few large windows look out at the street. The

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

rows on the marble

carpets on the floor. My kitchen is fully

off my best pots and pans. It’s

and I love

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

it, but I don’t have the nerve

again, turning back to me. “And you’ve got

I’ve got a restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s doing

simple. A lot of things haven’t

new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard,

to put all of myself

to

“Good, that’s good.”

makes the air set heavy around us. I almost wish he’d get straight to

We were never ones

feels especially forced

I’m doing?” he asks after a

but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce.

If he’s attending a social event, I stay away from the media. I’ve

live his perfect

you,” I say, deciding that I

life. And come on, you’re

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

made three years