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

a terrified look. Karl just

the apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think you can

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

in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a

that really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms

back to me. “He owed

it a bit too far?” It’s just like him

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

me a talk.”

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

say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He perches

one of the

I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea

wife after a divorce.”

looks over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the pack for

up. “Is that

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

So much for discussing the

the first time. It’s not very large,

look out at the street. The living room

cabinets a soft yellow to make the room cheerier.

rows on the

on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor.

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

I love how cozy

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

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

restaurant.” I force a smile.

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

restaurant and being

I’ve had to put all of myself into it

to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

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

with me. We were

it feels especially

I’m doing?” he asks after a stretch of

any mention of him since the

attending a social event, I stay away from the media. I’ve had no interest

him live his

me to care about you,” I say, deciding

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

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

I made three