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

Karl just looks at

to Karl.

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

watches him jog down the stairs, a

really necessary?” I ask, folding my

back to me. “He owed

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

he asks, looking past

me a talk.”

He wanders down the hall to the living room

green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He perches

one of the chairs

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

eyebrows go up.

you been the past few years?” The sudden

got whiplash. So much for

the first time. It’s not very

white, and a few large windows look out at the

painted the cabinets a soft yellow to

on

carpets on the floor. My kitchen

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

love how cozy

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

really means it, but I don’t have

again, turning back to me. “And

a restaurant.” I force a smile.

simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and

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

Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

air set heavy around us. I almost

polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones for small talk even when we

and it feels especially forced

about how I’m doing?”

mention of him since the divorce. If he’s on

I stay away from the media. I’ve had no

his perfect life

for me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I should

And come on, you’re the Alpha.

you have, but it’s not

made