Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The restaurant door clicks shut behind Karl, sealing off the outside world and its nosy journalists. Karl

brushes off his hands as if he’s just dealt with a minor annoyance, but his eyes meet mine, full of concern.

“You okay, Abby?” he asks, walking over to where I’m standing.

“I’m fine,” I say, even though my pulse is still racing. “Just a little shaken up. I didn’t expect that.”

Karl sighs and leans against the counter. “Welcome to the future, Abby. The more successful you become,

the more people will come after you, trying to crush your spirit and ruin your reputation.”

His words, although harsh, are true. I should have expected that something like this would happen if I

hired a homeless person. Not everyone is as understanding as the people who work in my restaurant, I

guess.

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with the edge of my

how easily

still intently on me. “But you

You’re just getting started, Abby. You’re gonna

sincerity in his eyes, washes over me. I want to

need to believe him.

right, Karl. I

smile. I pause, my eyes lingering on him. “And, um, thank you

by the way. It means a lot to

soften, just a little, enough to take the edge off his usually

happy, Abby. You know

I can feel the warmth spread across my face. Karl saying that, in that tone, with

eyes locked onto mine, brings back a rush of memories and

just the two of us, and we’re married again,

the black hair and the modest

arguments.

things were simple. Back when things were

I manage to say, clearing my throat.

Karl smirks. “Anything.”