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 happen

look. Karl just looks at

to

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

jog down the stairs, a smug look on

necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over my

to me. “He

think you might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him

come in?” he asks,

me a talk.”

step out of the way. He wanders down the hall

sit,” I say, gesturing to the green couch and

edge of one of the chairs and

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

wife after a divorce.”

expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of

eyebrows go up. “Is

few years?” The sudden change of

much for discussing

around the apartment, taking it in for the first

and a few large windows look out at the street. The living room opens directly

winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to

on the

on the wall and soft Persian carpets on

It’s not much, not compared

and I love

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

I don’t have the nerve to

turning back to me. “And you’ve got

restaurant.” I force a

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

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard,

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

for Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

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

making polite chit-chat with me. We were never

and it feels especially forced

about how I’m doing?”

little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s on

a social event, I stay away from the media.

his perfect life without

for me to care about you,” I say,

And come on, you’re

on like you have, but it’s

I made three years