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 happen

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

to Karl.

to his feet. “Sorry again,” he

down the stairs, a smug look on

I ask, folding my arms

me. “He owed you an

bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things

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

me a talk.”

He wanders down the hall

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

of one of the chairs and

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up. “Is that

past few years?” The sudden

So much for

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

look out at the street. The living room opens directly

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

on

paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets on

shows off my best pots and pans. It’s not much, not

I love how cozy it

been fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

I

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

a restaurant.” I force a smile.

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

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

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

to

“Good, that’s good.”

air set heavy around us. I almost wish he’d

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

feels especially forced

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

cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce.

I stay away from the

his perfect

care about you,” I say,

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

like you have, but it’s not

I made three years