Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 35: Karl’s Idea
Abby

I weave through the tables, greeting my customers. A lot of my regulars are here tonight, and I stop at

Emily’s table. She’s here with her friends, Lunas like her. I know most of them from when Karl and I

were married.

Emily looks up at me, and I plaster on a smile. “Hi, dear,” she says, her tone as patronizing as ever.

“Wonderful food tonight.”

She gestures to her empty plate, and I wave over Freddy. He walks to us. “Clear these,” I say. He nods

and takes their plates away.

“He’s yummy,” one of her friends says, watching him stride away.

“He sure is,” Emily agrees.

She looks up at me and I force a smile. “Is there anything I can get for you guys?”

“No, dear. We’re just finishing up our drinks.” She lifts her martini to her lips and takes a sip.

“We were just talking about the Alpha party,” her friend Lauren adds. We used to make polite chit-chat

with each other at Alpha events. Now she looks at me like I’m miles beneath her. It makes my anger

flare. Luckily, I’ve gotten good at hiding my feelings, and I don’t think my smile changes when my gaze

lands on her.

“Oh, that should be fun,” I say.

“It’s really too bad you won’t be there,” Emily replies. “We miss having you at all these events.”

I seriously doubt she misses it at all. I don’t bother to tell her she might actually see me there. I’m

assuming Karl still plans to take me, but I haven’t inquired recently. We’re not exactly on good terms

the thought of attending a stuffy party with him doesn’t sound

stuck to

if they see us there together. Will they think

going to happen, especially not

it is,” I say. “I’ll leave you guys with your drinks

Emily says, giving me a

close enough to hear Lauren’s

them giggles. “Karl really did a number on her.” If

feet away,

move on to the next table. That last

kitchen. It was a well-aimed blow. Karl really

he is, finishing

narrow my eyes at him. His eyebrows go up, but

I really can’t stand how attracted I am to

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Karl

glare and stack the plates in the sink. Jack pulls the nozzle down

the plates. Until they bring a new stack, there’s really nothing for me

to use the

shoveling food into the garbage, but I

with Abby, I’m sort of worried that she’s going to kick

these days. I always knew that she would replace me, eventually, but I

set things right with her before she decides

chopping block.

say to Jack. He nods. Things

I disappear

breakroom, going straight for my locker where I keep my

I unlock my locker, and I pull my

task is that

pushing bits of steak into the garbage earlier. That

not more, than Abby is his job. He’s obsessed with it. He has to be.

success without being a bit of a

obsession is the perfect thing for me to exploit. And if

should. It shouldn’t even be a choice. If he agrees to leave her, then I’d