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 won’t ever

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

I turn to Karl. “I think

to his feet. “Sorry

curled in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on his

ask, folding my arms

turns back to me. “He owed you an

too far?” It’s just like him

head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me into

me a talk.”

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

gesturing to the green

the chairs

“I don’t think it’s really a good idea to

wife after a divorce.”

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

eyebrows go up.

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

So much for discussing the

first time. It’s not

out

cabinets a soft yellow to make the room cheerier. Cookbooks

rows on the marble

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

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

and I love

fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

back to me. “And you’ve got a

force a smile. “It’s

of things haven’t gone well, but that’s

restaurant and being successful at

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

to

“Good, that’s good.”

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

polite chit-chat with me. We were

it feels especially

doing?”

avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If

stay

live his

to care about you,” I say, deciding that I

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

you have, but it’s not so easy.

I made