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 looks

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

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

curled in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a

I ask,

back to me. “He owed you

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

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

me a talk.”

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

the green couch and

edge of one of the chairs and I take

I ask. “I don’t think it’s really

wife after a divorce.”

unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the pack for

up. “Is that

the past few years?” The

much for discussing the

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

windows look out

a soft yellow

rows on the marble

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

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

love how cozy it

been fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

but I don’t have the nerve

again, turning back to me. “And

a restaurant.” I force a

lot of things haven’t gone well,

a new restaurant and being successful at

of myself into it to get the results

Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost

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

it feels especially forced

curious about how I’m doing?” he asks

cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s on the

social event, I stay away

live his

me to care about you,” I say,

with my life. And come on, you’re the

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

I made three