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.

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

were married.”

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

actually had the time to do something for fun, and

some sort

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

now

you’d still prefer to be working?” I

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

the Alpha party,”

work

isn’t everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his face.

with me, more open than he has in a while.

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

to admit it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

lap. “You’re just as important to me.”

on his face. “More

him, but I don’t know

after what happened with your employees. I wanted

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

point in passing up the information, even if I’d rather he

get involved.

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

direct

information to sink in. My throat burns, and

but tears well up into my

to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond, giving me

what I need to say. “I have no employees.

someone has to man the front desk and wait

It’ll take weeks to hire

away with the back of my

to lose my restaurant after

in my hands and cry harder. It feels good

He puts

voice. “You’ll figure it out,

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

I make you a drink,” he says, standing.

off my cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

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