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.

seem like less of a workaholic than you used to be. I could never

were married.”

to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but

occasion when he actually had the time to do

of some

back then,” he

now than I used

prefer to

seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I

the Alpha party,”

work than

I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his face.

than he has in a while. I’ve gone

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

admit it 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 face.

me wants to believe him, but I don’t know how after

with your employees. I

surprised that he did. I’d be more surprised

no point in passing up the information, even if I’d

get involved.

was buying reviews on social media. I also

direct

to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down at my lap. Don’t

cry, I tell myself, but tears well up into my eyes,

I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t

to get out what I need to say. “I have no employees. I can’t open my restaurant with just

someone has to man the

It’ll take weeks to hire and

with the back of my hand. “It just–” I take a

lose my

It feels good to let it out.

puts his hand on

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

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

my cheeks and nod.

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