Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 18 – Bartending for you
Abby

Karl hands me a glass of water, and I take a few small sips.

I’m still a little drunk, but I feel better now that I’m away from the bar. Thank G od Karl was able to

teleport us out of there, even if it made me throw up the minute we appeared on his front lawn. Another

blessing, in retrospect, considering I feel a lot less dizzy than I did before.

“Why were you there by yourself?” Karl asks, sinking into the chair across from me.

He sounds a little mad, but I know his anger isn’t directed at me. Not completely, at least. I’m surprised

he didn’t tear that guy’s head off. If he had, I don’t think I would have felt the need to stop him. Just the

memory of those possessive hands on me makes me shudder.

I’m draped across Karl’s leather couch, my clutch abandoned on the floor beside me, and my heels

toppled over nearby. There are a few bruises on my wrist from where that guy grabbed me, and Karl’s

eyes keep lingering there, his gaze darkening.

“Leah was with me,” I say.

“I didn’t see her.”

I shrug and place my glass on the ground. “She went off with some guy.”

“Good friend.”

“I told her it was okay,” I admit. She offered to stay with me, but I didn’t want to hold her back from

having fun. It was s tupid, but I thought I’d be alright by myself.

He shakes his head, his jaw clenched. “I’ve never seen you that drunk.”

“I don’t usually get that drunk.” And I’m not too interested in getting that drunk again. Feeling dizzy and

slightly nauseous is never fun. Neither is throwing up on your ex-husbands perfectly manicured lawn

while he holds your hair.

I decide to change the subject before he decides to scold me. “Why were you hanging around there?”

“For fun, I guess.” He doesn’t sound convinced. I wonder if someone else dragged him there. His

cousin maybe.

of a workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you to go out back when

were married.”

out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he

special occasion when he actually had the time to do something

of some sort of

was in a precarious position back then,” he says. “But things

for things now than

you’d still prefer to be

usually.” He seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I wanted to get

the Alpha party,”

work than

but work isn’t everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes

with me, more open than he has in a while. I’ve gone over

my head, and a part of me could tell he was pulling away, even if

to myself at

“Do you?”

at his lap. “You’re just as important to me.”

on his face. “More

to believe him, but I

what happened with your employees. I wanted to help

did. I’d be more surprised if he

you find?” I ask, resigned. There’s no point in passing up the information, even if I’d rather

get involved.

buying reviews on social media. I also saw pictures of

a direct copy

takes a moment for the information to sink in. My throat

tears well up into

my voice

say. “I have no employees. I

Ethan. Even if I do all the cooking, someone has

to hire and train

them away with the back of my

to lose my restaurant after

face in my hands and cry harder. It feels good to let it out. The

down. He puts his hand

says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy to help

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

make you a drink,” he says, standing. “How

my cheeks and

crosses the room to the bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker. A moment later, he