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 it

gives Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for my

the apology.” I turn to

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

him jog down

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over

turns back to me. “He owed you

too far?” It’s just like him to blow things

he asks, looking past me into the

me a talk.”

down the hall to the living room and

green couch and the brown

edge of one of the chairs and I take the

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

wife after a divorce.”

over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here

eyebrows go up.

you been the past few years?” The sudden

much for

the apartment, taking it in for the first time.

look out at the street. The living room opens

soft yellow to make the room cheerier.

rows on the marble

carpets on the floor. My kitchen is

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

love how

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

again, turning back to

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

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

and being successful at

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

for Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

around us.

than making polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones

and it feels especially

curious about how I’m doing?” he asks after

help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce.

I stay away from the media. I’ve had

live his perfect life

doesn’t make sense for me to care about you,” I

on with my life. And come on,

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

I made three