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

a terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for

appreciate the apology.” I turn to Karl.

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

in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs,

that really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms

to me. “He owed you an

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

come in?” he asks, looking past

me a talk.”

sigh but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the

free to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather armchairs.

one of the chairs

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up. “Is

you been the past few years?” The sudden change of subject

So much for discussing

in for the first time. It’s not very large,

a few large windows look out at the

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

on

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

and pans. It’s not much, not compared to

I love how

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

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

restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s doing really

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

new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly

myself into it to get the results I’ve gotten. But there’s

for Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost wish he’d get straight

with me. We were never

feels especially

you curious about how I’m doing?” he

any mention of him since the divorce.

social event, I stay away

his perfect life

doesn’t make sense for me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I should just be honest. “I

on, you’re

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

made three