Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 64: Out in the Open
Standing in the alley, the tension between Karl and me is almost palpable, like a living, breathing entity

that neither of us can ignore. His eyes search mine, as if trying to excavate the truth from deep within

me.

“Is it true, Abby? Your wolf is—”

I cut him off, not wanting to delve into that cavern of pain right now. “Forget it,” I say, turning away.

There’s a beat of silence as we both grapple with our feelings. I thought that Karl somehow knew about

the fact that my wolf has been in a coma all this time, but it seems as though he has no idea. I can’t

decide if it makes it hurt worse or less.

“Abby, why didn’t you tell me?” he asks gently.

I can feel his fingers brush my arm. It’s a comfort for the briefest of moments, but I’m still angry, still

hearing Chloe’s words whirling around in my head. I pull away and turn on him, pointing a finger at his

chest.

“Karl, if you want to get on my good side, if you want a chance at anything, you need to be a team

player. That’s the end of it.”

He studies me for a beat, then finally nods, clearly giving up on the subject of my wolf. “Fine. But you

need to talk to John about his attitude too, Abby. It’s not just me who has a problem with him.”

The concession tastes bitter in my mouth, but it’s necessary. John’s inappropriate remarks and hot-

headed attitude in the kitchen have been a problem for a long time now. He’s such a good employee

and an excellent cook that I try to ignore it, but Karl is right; it’s about time that he’s put in his place.

“Agreed,” I say with a nod. “Now get back in there. We have a dinner service to complete.”

Karl gives me a nod, a mere shadow of his former c ocky self, and heads back inside. I take a deep

breath, preparing myself for the conversation that awaits me. With John.

The atmosphere in the kitchen is thick with tension as I reenter, but I push through it, striding past the

line cooks and prep stations until I reach my office.

to steady my racing heart, to gather my thoughts. Then,

lean

I see you

the

work, his eyes narrowing

hands on a kitchen towel before making his way

soon as we’re both inside, I close the door, sealing us off from the world outside. “Have a

the chair across from

posture is rigid, his eyes wary. “Abby, if you’re gonna scold me

breath, trying to choose my words carefully. “John, your attitude

gone too far. Your comments, your tone, the

team—it’s unacceptable.”

flash with indignation. “So, you’re siding with the

away, my hands clenched into fists around

the environment in our kitchen. And it’s not

comments have been making female staff uncomfortable

he’s

got to be kidding me. Why are you bringing

head. “That’s my business. And yes, you have been here for years,

a warning.”

mouth as though trying to say

“This is all because you’ve got the hots for the new

that you’re single,

eyes snap back to him, incredulous.

“What?”

icy. “And come back when you’re ready to

deserve as your boss.”

at me, as if trying to decide whether or not I’m serious. Then, with a

frustration, he rises from his seat, storming out of my office and slamming the door behind

the door slams shut in his wake, I drop my face into my hands and let out a sigh that

building and building for years. This restaurant was supposed to be a

But the show must

to rise from my seat when I hear a knock at

all over his

he asks, taking a tentative step

temples, then exhale deeply before recapping the unpleasant exchange with

seem to grasp the concept of treating people

snide comments today.

wrong. I

it to anyone, nor do I ever plan on acting on it. And that has nothing to do

any of this anyway.

head. “I

the door behind him.