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.

my racing heart, to

lean

I see you in my

the shift in the

from his prep work, his eyes narrowing as

he mutters, wiping his hands on a kitchen

door, sealing us off from the

the chair across from

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

words carefully. “John, your attitude

gone too far.

team—it’s unacceptable.”

“So, you’re siding with the new guy now? Is

hands clenched into fists around the

the environment in our kitchen. And it’s not

female staff uncomfortable as well.

reddens, and for a moment I think he’s going to explode. “I’ve been

me. Why are you bringing all

my business. And yes, you have been

a warning.”

mouth as though trying to say something but not coming

“This

now that you’re

back to him, incredulous.

“What?”

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

deserve as your boss.”

just stares at me, as if trying

rises from his seat, storming out of my office and slamming the

face into my

This restaurant was supposed

But the

rise from my seat when I hear a

all over his

taking a tentative step

exhale deeply before recapping the unpleasant exchange with John.

of treating people with

Especially his snide comments today. He

wasn’t entirely wrong. I do have the hots for Karl,

ever plan on acting on it. And that has

any of this anyway.

continue, shaking my head. “I won’t repeat it. It was

eyes narrow sympathetically as he closes the door