Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 74: Always a Catch
Abby

The clock on the wall reads 11:30 PM, its ticking slicing through the quietness of my office like a knife.

I’m engrossed in the sea of paperwork in front of me when there’s a knock on the door—soft but

persistent. My eyes dart up, half-expecting to see Chloe or maybe Leah, but it’s Karl leaning against

the doorframe.

“Hey,” he says, his eyes not quite meeting mine as he studies the pile of papers on my desk. “Am I

interrupting?”

His sudden appearance sets off a chorus of conflicting emotions inside me. Part of me wants to put up

the barriers again, but another part is surprised and, dare I admit, pleased to see him. It’s late, and I

thought that I was the only one left in the restaurant. As it turns out, I was wrong.

“No, not really,” I reply, setting aside my pen. “Just wrapping up some payroll stuff. What are you still

doing here? It’s late.”

“I wanted to stay late to prep the kitchen for tomorrow.” He pauses, his eyes now finding mine. “Saw

the light on under your door on my way out. Figured I’d check on you.”

The sincerity in his voice is disarming, but there’s a moment of hesitance between us, thick and almost

tangible. Finally, I break the silence. “Oh. Well, I’m fine,” I say, managing a stiff smile. “Thanks.”

Karl stands there for a few moments longer. It’s clear that he’s not planning on leaving, and I sigh,

setting my pen down again. Last night, he helped me with the souffle recipe again. But tonight, I have

other work to do. I can’t focus 100% of my time on preparing for the cook-off.

“What is it?” I ask, glancing up at him.

He shrugs. There’s an almost mischievous look in his eyes, like there’s something that he wants to say

but isn’t saying it. “Bar’s still open,” he says, glancing at his watch. “I was thinking of grabbing a drink.

Wanna join me?”

me by surprise. All this time, I’ve tried to contain our interactions to

easier that way. But then, at the same time,

so long that the numbers are starting to dance

a resolved

can grab a drink. But

of his mouth that used to drive me crazy in love. “One

“I can live

we head to the bar down the street. The transition from the

ambiance of the late-night setting feels almost surreal. This bar

creaky wooden floors

the seat beside me. The bartender comes up to us and

well; I’ve frequented this bar on Friday

restaurant.

bartender says, nodding politely to Karl in turn. “What can I get

my mouth to respond, but before I can, Karl

the bartender shuffles off, I raise my eyebrow at

“Couldn’t let me

you wouldn’t have ordered the same thing

does know me. Too well, in fact. The bartender pours

warmth spreads through me, the lines between past and present blur a bit.

a primal instinct of our bond, but I fight against it. I

little whiskey and some light chit-chat won’t change

the rim of

guard. I thought that Karl’s reconciliation with Chloe yesterday was enough

time being. “Apologize?” I mutter. “Why?

being supportive of the competition. I know it’s important to you

about it. I was…” He pauses, his

front

in the air between us, charged and filled with an honesty that disorients me. I

skeptical, cautious. But something tells me

me, Karl,” I murmur. “Thank you. But you

night.”

sigh escapes Karl’s lips. “I know. But I don’t feel as though

“Enough? I—”

filled with sincerity. “I’m so proud of

support you throughout all of this. So whatever you need,

you win this competition.”

heart swell a little at his offer.