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.

make it right, and it

just looks at

to Karl. “I think you

feet. “Sorry again,” he says, then he scrambles

watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on his

that really necessary?” I ask,

turns back to me. “He

it a bit too far?” It’s just like him

he asks, looking past me into

me a talk.”

but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living room and I trail

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

of one of the chairs and

you want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea to contact your

wife after a divorce.”

his expression unreadable. “I’m here

up. “Is that

“How have you been the past few years?” The sudden change of subject makes me

So much for discussing

the first time.

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

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

rows on the marble

carpets on the floor. My kitchen is

my best pots and pans. It’s not much,

love

been fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

back to me. “And you’ve

I force

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

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful at it

it work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it to get

to know

“Good, that’s good.”

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

We were never ones for

feels

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

avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s on the TV,

social event, I stay away from the media. I’ve had no

live his perfect life without

about you,” I say,

with my life. And come on, you’re the Alpha. You can

I could move on like you have,

I made three years