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

to sink in. “Another restaurant complained

He nods.

the desk, running my hands

they complain about me? I’ve never

watches me pace back

raised. “They paid off a bunch of regulators. It wasn’t easy to find out the truth

what happened.”

your people are good at what

best,” he says, pride slipping into his voice. I can’t help but

cares about them. He takes genuine pride in what his

good at his job before, but I can see that he’s really grown

I going to do?” I stop in front of his

targeting the same customers.”

conflict of

“I’ll go after them.”

as he finally stands from his chair.

to look into his eyes. He’s so much taller than me. The

barely reaches his chin.

say, a

this for you.” He places

part of me demands that I shake off

I just can’t do it. I don’t want to. It feels good to let

someone

I nod. “Alright.”

have a serious conversation.

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

the least I can do

the waters. “What if I don’t need your help? My

but

him.

says. “You’ll be able

reservation.”

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

impossible to refuse

have

across town. It’s nowhere near as large as

himself. The neighborhood is

there’s a sleek black Jag parked out front of

pounds on the door, and a few minutes later it opens. The

Karl shove his way into the front

“You can’t just come in

the back of the house where it opens into a