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

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

to Karl. “I

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

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

necessary?” I ask,

turns back to me. “He

it a bit too far?” It’s just

“Can I come in?” he asks,

me a talk.”

out of the way. He wanders down the hall to

green couch and the brown

one of the chairs and I

“I don’t

wife after a divorce.”

looks over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf

eyebrows go up.

been the past few years?” The sudden change of subject makes

got whiplash. So much for discussing the

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

are white, and a few large windows look out at

I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the

on the

soft Persian carpets

pots and pans. It’s

I love how cozy it

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

he really means it, but I don’t

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

restaurant.” I force a smile.

course, it’s never that simple. A lot of things

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

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

for Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

awkwardness makes the air set heavy around us. I almost

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

feels especially

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

mention of him since the divorce.

I stay away from the

him live his perfect

for me to care about you,” I say,

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

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

made three