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.

right, and it won’t ever happen

a terrified look. Karl just looks

I turn to

man jumps to his feet.

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

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over

to me. “He owed you an

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

he

me a talk.”

wanders down the

the green couch

one of the chairs

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

wife after a divorce.”

“I’m here

go up.

years?” The

So much for

for the first time. It’s not very

windows look out

and last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the room

rows on the marble

wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen

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

I love

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

can’t tell if he really means it, but I don’t

to me.

I force a smile.

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

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful

all of myself

for Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

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

me. We were never ones for small talk

feels especially forced

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

little. I’ve avoided any mention of him

stay away from the media. I’ve had no

live his

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

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

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

made three years