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.

less of a workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you

were married.”

try a new restaurant, but he was usually

time to do something for

of some

precarious position back then,” he says. “But

now

prefer to be

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

Alpha party,” he

more work

that now.”

more open than he has in a

part of me could tell he

myself at

“Do you?”

“You’re just as important to me.” He

on his

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

with your employees. I wanted to help

I’d be more

point in passing up the information, even

get involved.

also

direct copy of

moment for the information to sink in. My throat

tell myself, but tears

to do,” I admit, my

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

Ethan. Even if I do all the cooking, someone has to man the front

It’ll take weeks to hire

and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–” I take a

lose my restaurant after

It feels good to let it out. The couch cush ions beside me

down. He puts his

says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out,

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

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

off my cheeks and nod.

the corner and gets out the