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.

workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you to

were married.”

always wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant,

he actually had the time to do something for fun,

some sort of

pack was in a precarious position back then,” he says. “But

now than I

to be

usually.” He seems to weigh what he wants

the Alpha party,” he

more work

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

in

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

to admit it to myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

lap. “You’re just as important to me.” He meets my eyes, an

on his face.

to believe him, but

with your employees. I

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

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

get involved.

on social media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her

direct

My throat burns, and

tell myself, but tears well up into my

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

out what I need to say. “I have no employees. I can’t open

someone has to man the

It’ll take weeks to hire and train

back of my hand. “It

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

my hands and cry harder. It feels

sits down. He puts

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

a drink,” he

cheeks and nod. “Yeah,

the corner and gets out the shaker.