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.

right, and

terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting

apology.” I turn to Karl. “I

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

in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs,

ask, folding my arms over my

turns back to me. “He owed you

might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just

“Can I come in?” he asks, looking past

me a talk.”

step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living room and I trail

green couch and the brown

of the chairs and I take the

want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I

wife after a divorce.”

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

eyebrows go up.

have you been the past few years?” The sudden change of

whiplash. So much for discussing the

it in for the first time. It’s not very large, but it’s a nice place.

large windows look out at the street. The living room opens

last winter I painted the cabinets a soft

rows on the marble

on the wall and soft Persian carpets

and pans. It’s not much, not compared to our old villa,

I love

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

really means it, but I don’t have the nerve

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

a restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s doing really

never that simple. A lot of things haven’t gone

food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful at

make it work. I’ve had to put all of myself

to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

awkwardness makes the air set heavy around us. I

were never ones for small talk even when

feels especially forced

curious about how I’m doing?” he asks

can’t help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s

watch. If he’s attending a social event, I stay away from the media.

his perfect

me to care about you,” I

with my life. And come on, you’re the Alpha.

on like you have, but it’s

I made three years