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

just looks at

turn to Karl. “I think you can

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

down the stairs, a smug look on his

necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over my

me. “He owed

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

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

me a talk.”

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

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

one of the chairs and I take

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up. “Is that

the past few years?”

whiplash. So much for discussing the Alpha

first time. It’s not very large, but

and a few large windows look out

the cabinets a soft yellow to make the

rows on the marble

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

pans. It’s

I love how cozy

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

to me. “And you’ve

force a smile.

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

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard,

put all of myself into it to get the

Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost wish he’d

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

it feels

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

can’t help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him

he’s attending a social event, I stay

him live his perfect

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

my life. And come on, you’re

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

I made