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

a terrified look. Karl just looks

the apology.” I turn to Karl.

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

in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a

I ask, folding my

me. “He owed

have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things out of

in?” he asks, looking

me a talk.”

the way. He wanders down the hall to the

green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He perches

edge of one of the chairs

talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a

wife after a divorce.”

here on behalf

up. “Is

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

whiplash. So much for discussing the

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

a few large windows look out at the

the cabinets a soft yellow to

rows on the

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

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

and I love how cozy

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

means it, but I don’t have the nerve

back to me. “And you’ve got a

force a smile.

things

restaurant and being successful at it

it work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it to get the results I’ve gotten. But

Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

the air set heavy around us.

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

and it feels especially

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

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

event, I stay away from the media. I’ve

him live his

I say,

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

frowns. “I wish I could move on like you have, but it’s not so easy.

made