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 happen

terrified look. Karl just looks at

I appreciate the apology.” I turn to Karl. “I

shrugs, and the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,”

jog down the

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

me. “He owed

bit too far?”

come in?” he asks, looking past me into the apartment.

me a talk.”

wanders down the hall to the living room and I

free to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He

of the chairs and I take the

to me about?” I ask. “I

wife after a divorce.”

unreadable. “I’m here on

eyebrows go up.

you been the past few years?” The sudden

got whiplash. So much for discussing the

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

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

I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make

on

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

shelf shows off my best pots and pans. It’s not

and I love how cozy

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

tell if he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve to

back to me. “And you’ve got a

restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s doing

it’s never that simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just the nature of

restaurant and being successful at it is

put all of myself into it to get

Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

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

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

it feels

curious about how I’m doing?” he

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

a social event, I stay away

his perfect life

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

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

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

made