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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I admit, playing nervously with the edge of my apron. “I just hope it

know how easily people

me. “But you also

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

says it, the sincerity in his eyes, washes over me. I

need to believe him.

you’re right, Karl. I

pause, my eyes lingering

earlier, by the way. It means a lot

a little, enough to take the edge off his usually stern gaze. “I’ll do

happy, Abby. You

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

back a rush

and we’re married again, standing in our old kitchen. Back

the black hair and the

arguments.

simple. Back when things were

say, clearing my throat.

Karl smirks. “Anything.”