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 get you to

were married.”

a new restaurant, but he

the time to do something

of some sort of

precarious position back then,” he says.

things now than I used

prefer to be working?”

seems to weigh what he wants

for the Alpha party,”

more work

everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes

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

a million times in my head, and a part of

to myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

He looks down at his lap. “You’re just as important to me.”

on his

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

with your employees. I wanted to

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

ask, resigned. There’s no point in passing

get involved.

buying reviews on social media. I also

a direct copy of

information to sink in. My

myself, but tears

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

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

all the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and wait tables and

weeks to hire and

of my hand. “It just–” I take a deep breath. “It

me. I don’t want to lose my

cry harder. It feels

Karl sits down. He puts

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

you a drink,” he

wipe off my cheeks and

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