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.

going to make it right, and it won’t ever happen

terrified look. Karl just looks

to Karl. “I think you can

to his feet. “Sorry again,” he says, then he scrambles away,

in. Karl watches him jog down

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over

back to me. “He

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

just shakes his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me

me a talk.”

wanders down the hall to the

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

of the chairs and

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

wife after a divorce.”

“I’m here on behalf of the pack

go up. “Is

the past few years?” The sudden

much for

the first time. It’s not very large, but

white, and a few large windows look out at the street.

I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the room cheerier.

on the marble

and soft Persian carpets on the

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

and I love

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

but I don’t

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

a restaurant.” I force a smile.

course, it’s never that simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s

and

of myself into

Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

around us. I almost wish

than making polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones for small talk even

it feels especially forced

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

any mention of him since

watch. If he’s attending a social event, I stay

him live his perfect

for me to care about you,” I

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

“I wish I could move on like you have, but it’s not

made three years