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.

going to make it right, and it won’t

just looks at me, waiting for

appreciate the apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think you

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

curled in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs,

I ask,

to me.

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

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

me a talk.”

wanders down the hall to the living

I say, gesturing to the green

the chairs and I

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

up.

few years?” The sudden change of subject makes

So much

taking it in for the first time. It’s not very large,

few large windows look out at the street. The

a soft yellow to

on

soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is

best pots and pans. It’s

love how cozy

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

tell if he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve to

back to me. “And you’ve got

I force a smile. “It’s doing really

lot of things haven’t gone

new restaurant and being

it work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it to get the results

for Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

heavy around us. I almost wish he’d

We were never ones for small talk even when

and it feels

how I’m doing?”

little. I’ve avoided any mention of

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

his perfect

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

to get on with my life. And come on, you’re the Alpha. You can have

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

made three years