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?

when he’s

be staying away from him. Maybe

it does, I want it to be

hands shaking as I grip the edge of my desk.

outside the door, no doubt gossiping about the spectacle that just

to air my dirty laundry in public, and especially not

to hold back the tears. But it’s a

down my cheeks as I let

a hesitant knock

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

coming back to apologize.

and I look up, fully prepared

Karl. The epicenter of all of this, in

hiss, narrowing my eyes. “I said

is soft as he lingers in the

unblinkingly up at him, praying

“Talk about what?”

door gently behind him. For a

genuine warmth in his gaze, an

start to crumble a little. It’s just like

I refused to talk about what was bothering

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

one of those times.

it Chloe?” he

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

in a hug before I’ve had the

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

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

as if understanding that sometimes silence

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

friend, my best friend. It’s

says gently. “You two have fought

breath and turn away, wiping my damp eyes with the back of my

like this. Not over something this serious. Not

over you, Karl, is what I almost say. But I don’t

genuine concern

him, caught off guard. “Why would