Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 11 – Warning
Abby

Karl hands me the report, his expression unreadable. I can feel his gaze on me as I pick up the stack of

papers and scan the first page.

“That’s everything my people could find,” he says.

I look up at him and nod.

It took an hour to get the report, and we spent most of it in tense silence. His staff brought in tea, which

we both drank quietly, his with Kahlua, mine black. Then he had to take a few calls while I sat and

pretended not to listen. The worst, though, was when he ran out of things to do, and we just stared at

each other across the desk for ten minutes.

I could tell, with every passing minute, that he wanted to bring up what he said about reconciling.

Thankfully, he didn’t. He could probably pick up on the fact that I wasn’t in the most receptive mood. I’m

more than happy to put that conversation off for as long as possible. Even with all that quiet time to

think, I still don’t know how I feel about it. About him.

He falls silent as I read, and I can feel him looking at me. I do my best to ignore the weight of his gaze,

but it makes me shift a bit in my seat. Even now, the full intensity of his attention makes me want to

squirm. He’s always had that effect on people, but it’s been a while since I’ve been on the receiving

end.

When I’m done reading, I look up at him. “So, it wasn’t you.”

“It wasn’t me.”

Even though he probably deserves an apology, I can’t seem to bring myself to give him one. Sure, I

might have come storming in here with zero evidence and a bit of a vendetta, but we haven’t been on

the best of terms for a while now. He can’t really blame me for thinking it was him. Wouldn’t he suspect

me too if something like this happened to him?

“I can’t believe this,” I say, dropping the report back down on the desk when I’m done reading. The

takes a moment to sink in.

He nods.

stand up and walk away from the desk, running my hands through my hair. I can’t believe this.

about me? I’ve never had any

were clever about it,” he says. He watches me pace back and forth across the room,

paid off a bunch of regulators. It wasn’t easy to find out

what happened.”

guess your people are good at

his voice. I can’t help but think the Moon River

that truly cares about them. He takes genuine pride in

before, but I can

his desk and wring my

targeting the same customers.”

a conflict of interest, there’s a conflict of

“I’ll go after them.”

his chair. He rounds the

back to look into his eyes. He’s so much

barely reaches his chin.

I say,

care of this for you.” He places his

shake off

it. I don’t want

me, to have someone take care

I nod. “Alright.”

serious conversation. The minute this is all figured

my lip. It’s not a conversation I’m keen on having, but

the right to refuse. Talking to him is the least I can do if he helps me

I say no?” I ask, just to test the waters.

as effective as an Alpha, but

him.

done in 30 minutes,” he says. “You’ll be able

reservation.”

little dumbfounded. I thought for sure I’d be out of business for at least

to

have a

across town. It’s nowhere near

well for himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined with towering

Jag parked out front of the townhouse when

a few minutes later it opens. The man has a bewildered look on

watches Karl shove his way

the man splutters. “You

the back of the house where it opens into