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.

like less of a workaholic than you used to be.

were married.”

wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually too busy.

the time to do something for

some sort of

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

for things now than I used

to be

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

for the Alpha party,”

more work

know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his

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

and a part of me could tell he was pulling

at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

just as important to me.”

his face.

wants to believe him, but I don’t

looked into Olivia after what happened with your

he did. I’d be more surprised if he didn’t butt into my

point in passing up the information,

get involved.

I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor

a direct copy of

moment for the information to sink in. My

myself, but tears well

my voice a

to say. “I have no

Ethan. Even if I do all the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and wait tables

It’ll take weeks to hire and train

and I wipe them away with the back of my hand.

lose my restaurant after everything I put

in my hands and cry harder. It feels good to

sits down. He puts

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

don’t I make you a drink,” he says, standing.

wipe off my cheeks and nod. “Yeah,

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