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 ever happen

Karl just looks at me, waiting

apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think you can

his feet. “Sorry again,”

in. Karl watches him jog down

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over my

back to me. “He

bit too far?”

he asks, looking past me into the apartment. “You

me a talk.”

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

gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather

the chairs and I take

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

up. “Is that

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

So much for discussing the Alpha

the apartment, taking it in for the first

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

I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the

on the marble

and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen

pans. It’s not much,

and I love how cozy it

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

if he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah,

to me.

restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s

lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just the nature of

restaurant and

to put all of myself into it to

to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

air set heavy around us.

polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones for small talk even

feels especially

about how I’m doing?” he asks after a stretch of

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

stay away from the media. I’ve had

him live his perfect

to care about you,” I

with my life. And come on, you’re

move on like you have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when I regret the

I made three