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

her back on me

street when he’s

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

if it does, I want it to

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

no doubt gossiping about the

kind to air my dirty laundry in public,

my palms against my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. But it’s

my cheeks as I let

a hesitant knock

I’m in no mood

coming back to apologize.

creaks open anyway, and I look up, fully

It’s Karl. The epicenter of

narrowing my eyes.

His voice is soft as he lingers in the doorway. I don’t know what to say; all

up at him, praying that no more tears will

“Talk about what?”

and closes the door gently behind him. For a moment,

genuine warmth

like when we were together, and he always

He never gave up whenever I refused to talk about what was

to tell him what was going on. Now is bound

one of those times.

Chloe?” he

body, my lips pressing into a quivering line. And before I know it,

hug before I’ve had the

should be setting boundaries, I should push him away, but

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

as if understanding that sometimes silence

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

friend, my best friend. It’s just not

around,” Karl says gently. “You two

turn away, wiping my damp

Not over something this serious. Not over…” My

you, Karl, is what I almost

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

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