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 it won’t

Karl just looks at me, waiting for

turn to Karl. “I think you

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

curled in. Karl watches him jog down the

ask, folding my

me. “He owed you

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

come in?” he asks, looking past me into the apartment. “You

me a talk.”

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

the green couch and

edge of one of the chairs

I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea

wife after a divorce.”

looks over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the

eyebrows go up. “Is that

nods. “How have you been the past few years?” The sudden

whiplash. So much for discussing the Alpha

the first time. It’s not very large, but

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

painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the

on the marble

the wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My

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

love

fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah, I

to me. “And

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

it’s never that simple. A lot of things haven’t

business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful at

myself into it to get the results I’ve gotten. But

Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

around us. I

We were

and it feels especially forced

how I’m doing?” he asks after a

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

him live his

for me to care about you,” I say, deciding that

on, you’re the

could move on like you have, but it’s not

made three