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.

it right, and it won’t ever happen

Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting

turn to Karl. “I think you can let

the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry

in. Karl watches him jog down

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

turns back to me. “He owed you

it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things out

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

me a talk.”

but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living

to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather

of the chairs and I take

want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think

wife after a divorce.”

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

up.

been the past few years?” The sudden change of

got whiplash. So much for

it in for the first time. It’s

large windows look out at the street. The living

cabinets a soft yellow

rows on the

paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets

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

and I love how cozy

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

he really means it, but I

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

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

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

and being successful at it is

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

Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

air set heavy around us. I almost wish he’d get straight

than making polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones for small talk even when we

it feels

how I’m doing?” he asks after

little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s

social event, I stay away from the media. I’ve had

him live his

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

And come on,

you have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when I regret

made three