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

a moment to sink in. “Another

He nods.

from the desk, running my hands through my hair. I can’t believe

complain about me? I’ve never had

says. He watches me pace back

of regulators.

what happened.”

are good at what they

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

that truly cares about them.

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

in front of his desk and wring my hands. “I

targeting the same customers.”

shrugs. “When there’s a conflict of interest, there’s

“I’ll go after them.”

stands from his chair. He

into his eyes. He’s so much taller than me. The top of my head

barely reaches his chin.

I say, a little

care of this for you.” He places his hand

distant part of me demands that I shake off his arm. After all, it’s

reason, I just can’t do it. I

for me, to have someone take care

I nod. “Alright.”

a serious conversation. The minute this

bite my lip. It’s not a conversation I’m keen on having, but if he’s helping me with this, I

to him is the least I can do if he helps me

just to test the waters. “What if I don’t need your help? My restaurant has

but still true. Theoretically, I

him.

“You’ll

reservation.”

out of business for at least

impossible to

you have

minute Abby leaves, Karl teleports to a house across town.

clear the owner does well for himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined with towering oaks

sleek black Jag parked out front of the townhouse

a few minutes later it opens. The

Karl shove his way into

“You can’t just come in

walks to the back of the house where it opens into a well-lit seating area. He spins