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

turn her back on me like that? All

street when

staying

if it does, I want it to be my

hands shaking as I grip the

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

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

hold back the tears. But

then another, trickling down my cheeks

there’s a

snap, my voice breaking. I’m in no mood to deal with anyone

coming back to apologize.

and I look

The epicenter of all of this, in a

narrowing my eyes. “I

lingers in the doorway. I don’t know what

unblinkingly up at him, praying

“Talk about what?”

closes the door gently behind him. For a moment,

There’s a genuine warmth

like when we were together, and he

gave up whenever I refused to talk about what was

me to tell him what was going on. Now is bound to

one of those times.

Chloe?” he

my lips pressing into

hug before I’ve had the

push him away, but I don’t. I can’t. I

comfort they offer. Karl doesn’t speak, doesn’t question. He just

as if understanding that

pull away slightly, my eyes still damp. “Why did Chloe turn on me?

my best friend. It’s just not fair,

come around,” Karl says gently. “You

I take a deep breath and turn away, wiping my damp eyes with the back of

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

is what I almost say. But I don’t

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

guard. “Why would you say that? This