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 it won’t

just looks

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

shrugs, and the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,”

jog down the stairs, a smug

necessary?” I ask, folding my arms

back to me. “He owed you

don’t think you might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things out of

head. “Can I come in?” he asks,

me a talk.”

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

gesturing to the green couch

edge of one of the chairs

me about?” I ask. “I don’t think

wife after a divorce.”

here

eyebrows go up.

past few years?” The sudden change of

So much for discussing the Alpha

in for the first time. It’s not

few large windows look out at the street. The

and last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make

rows on

got paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the

best pots and pans. It’s not much, not compared

and I love how

been fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah, I like

back to me. “And you’ve

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

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

new restaurant and being successful at

can’t make it work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it to get

to

“Good, that’s good.”

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

polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones

feels

curious about how I’m doing?”

any mention of him since the

If he’s attending a social event, I stay away from the media. I’ve had no interest

live his

me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I should just be honest. “I

come on, you’re the Alpha. You can have

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

made