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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my apron. “I just hope it

easily

on me. “But you

food is, all thanks to Anton. You’re just getting started, Abby. You’re gonna knock

in the way Karl says it, the sincerity in his eyes, washes over me. I want to believe him. No,

need to believe him.

you’re right, Karl.

me a slight smile. I pause, my eyes

Anton earlier, by the way. It

the edge off his usually stern gaze. “I’ll do whatever

Abby. You

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

back a rush of memories and

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

before the black hair and

arguments.

things were simple. Back

say, clearing my throat. “But promise

Karl smirks. “Anything.”