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

terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for

turn to

and the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry

him jog down the stairs, a

really necessary?” I ask, folding my

turns back to me. “He

it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things

he

me a talk.”

He wanders down the

the green couch and the brown leather armchairs.

edge of one of the chairs and

want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea to contact your

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up.

you been the past few years?”

got whiplash. So much for

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

look out at the street. The living room

I painted the cabinets a soft yellow

on the marble

Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is fully stocked,

pans. It’s not much, not compared

I love how cozy

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

means it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask.

again, turning back to me. “And

force a

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

restaurant and being

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

to

“Good, that’s good.”

the air set heavy around us. I almost wish he’d

polite chit-chat with me. We were

and it feels

curious about how I’m doing?” he asks

but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s on the TV,

social event, I stay away

live his

I say, deciding that I should

on, you’re the Alpha.

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

I made