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,

Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting

to Karl. “I think

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

jog down the stairs, a smug

that really necessary?” I ask, folding my

to me. “He owed

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

his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking

me a talk.”

way. He wanders down the hall to the living room

gesturing to the green couch and the brown

of the chairs

ask. “I don’t think it’s really a

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up.

been the past few years?”

whiplash. So much for discussing the

looks around the apartment, taking it in for the first time. It’s not very large,

out at the street. The living room opens

painted the cabinets a soft yellow

on

wall and soft Persian carpets on

pots and pans. It’s not much,

and I love how cozy it

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah, I

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

I’ve got a restaurant.” I force

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

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful

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

Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I

making polite chit-chat with me. We were

feels especially

about how I’m doing?” he asks after a stretch of

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

attending a social event, I stay away from

his perfect life without

I say, deciding that I

get on with my life. And come on, you’re

“I wish I could move on like you have, but

made three