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.

to make it right, and it won’t ever

gives Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks

I turn to Karl. “I think you can

his feet. “Sorry

in. Karl watches him jog down

necessary?” I ask,

back to me. “He

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

head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me into the apartment. “You

me a talk.”

of the way. He wanders down the hall

say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather

edge of one of the chairs and I take

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

wife after a divorce.”

over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the pack for

go up. “Is that

the past few years?” The sudden

whiplash. So much for discussing the

the apartment, taking it in for the first time. It’s

large windows look out at the street. The living room

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

rows on

paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is fully stocked,

It’s not much, not compared to

and I love

been fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

turning back to me.

force a smile. “It’s doing really

of things haven’t

a new restaurant and being successful at it is

all of myself into it to get the results I’ve

for Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

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

were never ones for small talk

and it feels especially

I’m doing?” he asks after a

little. I’ve avoided any mention of

event, I stay away from

him live his

you,” I say, deciding that I should just

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

I could move on like you have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when

I made three years