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. I could

were married.”

dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually too busy. It

when he actually had the time to do something for fun, and that was

of some sort

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

for things now

you’d still prefer to

he wants to say

Alpha

more work

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

more open than he has in a while. I’ve gone over

my head, and a part of me could tell he

to myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

just as important to me.” He meets my

his face.

me wants to believe him, but I

Olivia after what happened with

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

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

get involved.

also saw

a direct copy

My throat burns, and I look down at

tell myself, but tears well up

admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond, giving me

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

if I do all the cooking, someone has to man the

weeks to

of

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

my face in my hands and cry harder. It feels good to let it out. The couch cush ions

down. He puts his

going to be okay,” he says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy to help

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

make you a drink,” he says,

off my cheeks and nod. “Yeah,

the bar cart in the corner