Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 71: Turning Back
Abby

Chloe leaving sends me into a spiral.

Hot tears begin to p rick at the backs of my eyes as I watch her fading form. Some of my other

employees are starting to trickle in, with Daisy at the helm, who nearly ran face-first into the slamming

door as Chloe brushed past her without so much as a greeting.

“Geez,” Daisy says, swinging the door open with a confused look on her face. Her ankle is all wrapped

up in an Ace bandage, but she seems much better after she rolled it. Ethan comes in behind her. I’ve

noticed recently that the two of them seem thick as thieves, but I pretend not to notice. It’s sweet, but

it’s not my business.

Daisy jerks her head toward Chloe as she approaches the bar. “What’s her problem?”

I shake my head and try to steady myself over my coffee. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Daisy, picking up what I’m implying, scurries past to the back room without a word. Ethan, however,

doesn’t take the hint. Typical men.

“You good, Abby?” he asks, limping behind the bar and pouring himself a cup of coffee from the

machine. “You look like—”

“Just… Don’t,” I interrupt, unable to hide my annoyance any longer. Ethan shoots me a confused look,

but I don’t care at this point.

Still reeling from my argument with my best friend, I storm into my office, my heels clicking angrily

against the floor. The door slams behind me before anyone can so much as utter a word, leaving me

alone at last.

I’m overwhelmed, hurt, and furious all at once. Chloe was supposed to be my rock, my confidante, my

back on me like that? All because I wasn’t willing to just

on the street when he’s clearly trying to

Karl. Maybe I should be staying away from him. Maybe this will

it to

sink into my chair, my hands shaking as I grip the edge of

gossiping about the spectacle that just unfolded. What’s worse is

to air my dirty laundry in public, and especially not in

to hold back the tears. But it’s a losing battle; one

then another, trickling down my cheeks

long before there’s a hesitant knock at the

no mood to deal with anyone

coming back to apologize.

door creaks open anyway, and I look up, fully prepared to

epicenter of all of this,

I hiss, narrowing my

need to talk.” His voice is soft as he lingers in the doorway. I don’t know

is stare unblinkingly up at him, praying that no more

“Talk about what?”

gently behind him.

genuine warmth in

start to crumble a little. It’s just like when we were together,

I refused to talk about what was bothering

pushed me to tell him what was going on.

one of those times.

Chloe?”

silent so b quakes my body, my lips pressing into a quivering line. And before

in a hug before I’ve had

should push him away, but I don’t. I can’t. I just let myself sink into

they offer. Karl doesn’t speak, doesn’t

that

my eyes still damp. “Why

friend, my best friend. It’s just not

around,” Karl says gently. “You two

turn away, wiping my damp eyes

something this serious. Not over…” My voice trails off, the implication too

Karl, is what I almost

me, his eyes full of genuine concern and understanding. “I’ll make it right,

I blink up at him, caught off guard. “Why would you say