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.

take a few minutes to steady my racing heart, to gather

lean

I see you in

words leave my mouth, I sense the shift in the room,

glances up from his prep work, his

boss,” he mutters, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel before making his way

close the door, sealing

gesturing toward the chair across

sits, but his posture is rigid, his eyes wary.

choose my words carefully. “John, your attitude in

long time. But it’s gone too far. Your comments, your tone, the way you

team—it’s unacceptable.”

eyes flash with indignation. “So, you’re siding with the new guy now? Is

my hands clenched into fists around the

the environment in our kitchen. And it’s not just

making female staff uncomfortable

a moment I think he’s going to explode.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you

And yes, you have

a warning.”

mouth as though trying

spits it out. “This is all because you’ve got the hots

that you’re single, isn’t

eyes snap back to

“What?”

“And come back when you’re ready to speak to me with

deserve as your boss.”

trying to decide

he rises from his seat, storming out of my office

door slams shut in his wake, I drop my face into my hands and let

restaurant was supposed to be a

the show

from my seat when I hear a knock at the door. Looking up, I find Ethan

written all over his

he asks, taking a tentative step into

deeply before recapping the unpleasant exchange with

concept of treating people with

his snide

swallowing, because frankly, John wasn’t entirely wrong. I

do I ever plan on acting on it. And that has nothing to

any of this anyway.

my head. “I won’t repeat

as he closes the door behind him. “That’s