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.

it right, and

terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for my

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

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

watches him jog down the stairs, a

I ask, folding my arms

turns back to me. “He owed

don’t think you might have taken it a bit too

he asks,

me a talk.”

wanders down

to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green

of one of the chairs and I

“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

eyebrows go up. “Is that

few years?” The sudden change of subject

So much for discussing

the first time. It’s not very

look out at the street. The living room

winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the room

on the

Persian carpets on the floor. My

off my best pots and pans. It’s not much, not compared to our old

and I love how cozy

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

really means it, but I don’t have the nerve

turning back to me. “And

I’ve got a restaurant.” I force a smile.

that simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well,

food business. Opening a new restaurant and

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

Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost wish he’d get straight to

with me. We were never ones for small talk even when

feels

doing?” he asks after

avoided any mention

I stay away from the media.

him live his perfect

make sense for me to care about you,” I

on with my life. And come on, you’re the Alpha. You

“I wish I could move on like you have, but it’s

made three