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.

a few minutes to steady my racing

door, I lean

you in my

I sense the

work,

boss,” he mutters, wiping his hands on a

close the door, sealing us off from the world outside.

toward the chair across from

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

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

it’s gone too far. Your comments, your tone,

team—it’s unacceptable.”

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

look away, my hands clenched into fists around the arms

sides, John. This is about the

making female staff uncomfortable as well. This is your last

for a moment I think he’s going to

Why are you bringing all this

you have been here for years, which is

a warning.”

as though trying to say something but not

it out. “This is all because

now that you’re single,

back to him, incredulous. “Get out,

“What?”

repeat, my voice icy. “And come back when you’re ready

deserve as your boss.”

moment, he just stares at me, as if trying to decide whether or not I’m

rises from his seat, storming out

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

was supposed to

But the show

I hear a knock at

written all over

asks, taking a

before recapping the unpleasant exchange

concept of treating people with respect, Ethan. It’s frustrating and

his snide

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

ever plan on acting on it.

any of this anyway.

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

eyes narrow sympathetically as he closes the door