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

Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks at

to

jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,”

him jog down the stairs,

that really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over my

to me. “He owed

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

“Can I come in?” he asks,

me a talk.”

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

gesturing to the green couch and the brown

of the chairs and

about?” I ask. “I don’t think

wife after a divorce.”

his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf

up. “Is that

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

whiplash. So much

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

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

soft yellow to make the

on the

Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen

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

I love how cozy

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

he really means it, but I don’t

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

I force

lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just the nature

restaurant and being successful at it

myself into it to get the results I’ve gotten. But

Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost wish he’d get straight to

me. We were never ones for small talk even when we

it feels

curious about how I’m doing?” he asks

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

he’s attending a social event, I stay away from

live his perfect life without

make sense for me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I

with my life. And come on,

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

made