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

How could she just turn her back on me like that? All because I

out on the street when he’s clearly trying to be

Karl. Maybe I should be staying away from him.

But if it does, I want it to be my decision.

grip the edge of my desk. I hear the distant

no doubt gossiping about the spectacle that just

been the kind to air my dirty laundry in public, and especially not in my

eyes, trying to hold back the tears. But it’s a losing battle;

trickling down my cheeks as I let out a choked s

there’s a hesitant knock

breaking. I’m in no mood to

coming back to apologize.

the door creaks open anyway, and I look up, fully prepared to unload my frustration on

Karl. The epicenter of all

narrowing my eyes. “I said

soft as he lingers in the

at him, praying that no more tears will

“Talk about what?”

and closes the door gently behind him.

warmth in

a little. It’s just like when we were together, and

never gave up whenever I refused

drove me insane, he always pushed me to tell him what was going on. Now is bound

one of those times.

it Chloe?” he

my lips pressing into a quivering line. And before I

the room and enveloped me in a hug before I’ve had the

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

the warmth and comfort they offer. Karl

as if understanding that

slightly, my eyes still damp. “Why did

friend. It’s just not

gently. “You

away, wiping my damp eyes with the back of

serious. Not over…” My voice trails off,

what I almost say.

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

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