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.

few minutes to steady my racing heart,

I lean

can I see you in my office?

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

prep work,

he mutters, wiping his hands on a

both inside, I close the door, sealing us off from the world outside.

the chair across

his eyes wary. “Abby, if you’re gonna scold me over that

to choose my words carefully. “John, your attitude in the

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

team—it’s unacceptable.”

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

away, my hands clenched into fists around

is about the environment in our kitchen. And it’s

been making female staff uncomfortable as well. This is

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

to be kidding me. Why

my business. And yes, you have been here for

a warning.”

closing his mouth as though trying to say something but not coming

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

that you’re

eyes snap back to him,

“What?”

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

deserve as your boss.”

trying to decide whether

out of my office and slamming the door

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

and building for years. This restaurant was supposed to be

nightmare. But the

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

all

taking a tentative

my temples, then exhale deeply before recapping the unpleasant exchange with

grasp the concept of treating people with respect,

his snide

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

I won’t admit it to anyone, nor do I ever plan on acting on it. And

any of this anyway.

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

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