Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 12

Abby

A cool breeze drifts in through the kitchen window, and I cross the room to peer outside. I live on the top floor of my building, and I’ve got a great view of a nearby park. Standing at the window, I can hear the whoosh of the wind, and shouts down on the street.

I’ve been waiting to hear from Karl, but he hasn’t called yet. I need to know if my restaurant can open tonight, so I can get started on everything. The more time that passes, the more tense I become. I spent the past fifteen minutes staring at the phone, but like a watched pot, staring at it just made it less likely to ever ring.

My door buzzes, shocking me from my stupor. I cross the bright space and down a narrow hall to the door.

I press the button and lean in close. “Hello?”

“Abby, it’s Karl. Mind if I come up?”

I don’t answer for a moment. I didn’t exactly tell him where I live, but I guess I didn’t have to. With all those investigators working for him, I’m sure he knows everything about my life here. As much as I want to refuse, I don’t think it will deter him.

“Sure.”

Of course, he couldn’t just call.

I press the button to let him in and open my front door. There are only five floors, and it doesn’t take long before I hear his footsteps on the stairs. He rounds the corner and smiles when he sees me standing in the doorway. He’s holding a man by the collar, and he shoves him ahead.

“What are you doing here?” I turn to eye the man with him. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh him?” Karl shoves the man to his knees in front of me. He looks up at Karl with wide eyes, then turns to me with a pleading look.

“Go on,” Karl says.

“I’m very sorry Abby.” He looks up at me, and I have a hard time meeting his gaze. “I own The Crystal Palace. I’m the one who made a complaint against your restaurant.”

“Oh.”

Karl snarls at him.

“I’m going to make it right, and it won’t ever happen again.”

He gives Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for my response.

“Alright, I appreciate the apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think you can let him go.”

Karl shrugs, and the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,” he says, then he scrambles away, his shoulders curled in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on his face.

“Was that really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over my chest.

Karl turns back to me. “He owed you an apology.”

“You don’t think you might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things out of proportion.

He just shakes his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me into the apartment. “You promised me a talk.”

I sigh but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living room and I trail after him.

“Feel free to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He perches on the edge of one of the chairs and I take the couch.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea to contact your ex-wife after a divorce.”

He looks over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the pack for the Alpha party.”

My eyebrows go up. “Is that so?”