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.

right, and

Karl just looks at me,

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

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

watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on

really necessary?” I ask, folding

turns back to me. “He

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

just shakes his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking

me a talk.”

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

to the green couch and the brown

of one of the

I ask. “I don’t

wife after a divorce.”

“I’m here

go up. “Is that

you been the past few years?” The

So much for

looks around the apartment, taking it in for the first time. It’s not very large, but it’s

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

and last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to

rows on

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

best pots and pans. It’s not much, not compared

and I love how

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

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

a restaurant.” I force a

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

Opening a new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard,

of myself into it to get the

for Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

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

me. We were never

feels especially forced

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

can’t help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If

If he’s attending a social event, I stay

his perfect life

about you,” I say, deciding that

And come on, you’re the Alpha.

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

I made