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.

it right, and it

Karl just looks at

I appreciate the apology.” I turn to Karl.

to his feet. “Sorry again,”

watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on his

I ask, folding my arms

back to me. “He

it a bit too far?” It’s just

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

me a talk.”

sigh but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living

green couch

one of the chairs

did you want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up. “Is

years?” The sudden change of subject makes me feel

whiplash. So much

in for the first

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

and last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the room cheerier. Cookbooks sit

on the

Persian carpets on the

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

love how cozy it

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

back to

I’ve got a restaurant.” I force

simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well, but

food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful

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

for Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

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

were never

feels especially

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

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

watch. If he’s attending a social event, I stay

his perfect life without

about you,” I say, deciding that I

on with my life. And come on,

I could move on like you have, but it’s

I made