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.

than you used to be.

were married.”

wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was

had the time to do something for fun, and

some sort of

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

things now than

you’d still prefer to be

weigh what he wants

for the Alpha

more work than

that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his

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

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

to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

looks down at his lap. “You’re just as important to me.” He meets my eyes,

on his

of me wants to believe him, but I don’t

after what happened with

sigh. I’m not really surprised that he did. I’d be more surprised if he didn’t butt into my

I ask, resigned. There’s no point in passing up

get involved.

was buying reviews on social media. I also saw pictures of

direct copy

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

I tell myself, but tears well up into my

what I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a

to say. “I have

someone has to man the front desk and wait tables

to

away with the back of my hand. “It

want to lose my restaurant after everything I put into

cry harder. It feels good to let it out. The

sits down. He puts his hand on

okay,” he says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

don’t I make you a drink,” he says, standing. “How does that

my cheeks and

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