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.

it right, and it won’t ever happen

a terrified look. Karl just looks at

the apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think you can let

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

curled in. Karl watches him jog down

I ask,

back to me. “He

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

he asks, looking past me into the

me a talk.”

way. He wanders down the hall to

green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He

edge of one of the chairs and I

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

wife after a divorce.”

here on behalf of the pack for the Alpha

go up. “Is that

past few years?” The

whiplash. So much for discussing the Alpha

for the first time. It’s not

are white, and a few large windows look out at the street. The living room opens

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

rows on the

soft Persian carpets on the floor.

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

and I love how cozy it

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

can’t tell if he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve

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

got a restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s

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

Opening a new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly

myself into it to get the results I’ve

for Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

heavy around us. I

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

it feels especially

about how I’m doing?” he asks

help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s

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

live his perfect life

me to care about you,” I

to get on with my life. And come on,

you have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when I regret the

I made three years