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.

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

were married.”

new restaurant, but he was usually too

he actually had the time to do

of some sort

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

for things now than

still prefer to be

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

for the Alpha party,” he

more work than

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

more open than he has in a

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

to myself at the

“Do you?”

“You’re just as important

on his face.

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

happened with your

sigh. I’m not really surprised that he did. I’d be more surprised if he

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

get involved.

I also saw

direct copy of

for the information to sink in. My throat

tell myself, but tears well up

my voice a little shaky. He

say. “I have

do all the cooking, someone has to man the front

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire

tears fall, and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–” I take

lose my restaurant after everything

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

He puts

voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

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

cheeks and

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