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.

be. I could never get you to go out back

were married.”

or try a new restaurant, but

he actually had the time to do something

of some sort

position back then,” he

things now than I used

to

“Yeah, usually.” He seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I

the Alpha party,”

work

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

he has in a while. I’ve gone over the last months

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

to myself at the time. He

“Do you?”

He looks down at his lap. “You’re just as

his face.

believe him, but I don’t

after what happened with your

be more surprised if he

There’s no point in passing up the

get involved.

media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her

direct copy of

takes a moment for the information to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down

tell myself, but tears well up into my eyes,

I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a

to say. “I have no employees. I can’t

all the cooking, someone has to man the front desk

take weeks to hire

wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–”

much to me. I don’t want to lose my restaurant after everything I

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

He puts his hand

“You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy to

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

you a drink,”

and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

the bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker. A moment