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

party with him doesn’t sound all that fun. But a bet is

and he stuck to his word;

there together. Will they think we’ve reconciled? I don’t want

going

leave you guys with your drinks

says, giving me a

turn to walk away, but I’m still close enough to hear Lauren’s cutting remark. “Oh, how

number on

away, cleaning

table. That last remark stays with me as I finish

walk back to the kitchen. It was a well-aimed blow. Karl

is, finishing

I narrow my eyes at

I am to him, it’s almost like

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Karl

Abby’s cutting glare and stack the plates

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

use

of shoveling food into the garbage, but

last conversation with Abby, I’m sort

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

soon. I need time to make sure that I set things right with her before she

chopping block.

to Jack. He nods. Things have

disappear for

going straight for my

locker,

doing a menial task is that it’s given me a lot of time to think.

to me while I was pushing bits of steak into the garbage earlier. That

than Abby is his job. He’s obsessed with it. He has to be. You don’t get

being a bit

perfect thing for me to exploit. And if Adam goes for

much as he should. It shouldn’t even be a