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

she just turn her back on me like

when he’s clearly trying to

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

does, I want it to be my decision. Not anyone

chair, my hands shaking as I grip the

no doubt gossiping about the spectacle that just unfolded. What’s worse is

my dirty laundry in public,

my eyes, trying to hold

another, trickling down my cheeks as I let out a choked s

long before there’s a hesitant knock at

I snap, my voice breaking. I’m in no mood to deal with anyone right now, even if it’s

coming back to apologize.

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

Karl. The epicenter of all of this, in

I hiss, narrowing my eyes.

he lingers in the doorway. I don’t know what to say; all

at him, praying that

“Talk about what?”

gently behind him. For a moment,

warmth

like when we were

wrong. He never gave up whenever I refused to talk

if it drove me insane, he always pushed me to tell him what

one of those times.

it Chloe?”

lips pressing into

me in a hug before I’ve had the chance to

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

relishing the warmth and comfort they offer. Karl doesn’t speak, doesn’t question. He

if understanding that

my eyes still damp. “Why did Chloe turn on me? She was supposed

friend. It’s

come around,” Karl says gently. “You two

away, wiping my damp eyes with the

this serious. Not over…” My voice

is what I almost say. But I

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

caught off guard. “Why would you say that? This isn’t your mess