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

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

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

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

watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms

back to me. “He owed

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

I come in?” he asks, looking past me into the apartment. “You

me a talk.”

step out of the way. He wanders down the hall

the green couch and the

of one of the chairs and

“I don’t think it’s

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up. “Is that

few years?” The sudden change of subject makes me feel

So much for discussing

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

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

winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow

rows on

carpets on the floor. My

pans. It’s not much, not compared to our old

love how cozy it

been fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

to me. “And

I’ve got a restaurant.” I force

A lot of things haven’t gone well, but

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

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

Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

set heavy around us. I almost

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

feels

I’m doing?” he asks

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 say, deciding that I should just be honest. “I

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

move on like you have,

I made three