Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0336

Abby

After we shake on our new agreement, I can’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It feels as if

a weight has been lifted off of my chest, and I can finally breathe a little easier; all thanks to a promise

to keep things casual and take it slow for now.

I look at Karl and smile, grateful for his understanding.

“Let’s have breakfast,” I say, meeting his gaze. “What are you hungry for?”

He shrugs. “I’ll take you out. Anywhere you want to go, just tell me. Ask, and it’s yours.”

The thought of going out together sounds nice, but at the same time, I think it’s better if we just stay at

home. “How about I make us something instead?” I ask. “Maybe going out right now isn’t the best idea

if we want to keep things private, and besides; I’m too tired after yesterday to go anywhere.”

Karl nods, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire. “Whatever you want,” he says.

While Karl is putting on something a bit more comfortable, I head into the kitchen and start brewing the

coffee. While it’s brewing, I pull eggs, cheese, and milk out of the fridge. A few moments later, the

sound of Karl’s footsteps approaches, and I turn to face him.

“Omelet?” I ask, holding up the ingredients.

He nods as a smile flickers across his face. “You always made the best omelets.”

I chuckle. “I know I do.”

I get to work mixing the eggs and milk into a bowl along with various spices. Karl puts on some music

over the bluetooth speaker, and soon the kitchen is filled with the sounds of pop tunes and sizzling

pans.

“You know I’ll have to go home after this,” Karl says as he leans on the counter, watching me. “I don’t

want you to take that the wrong way.”

I meet his gaze from across the counter and shoot him a sideways look. “I know.”

He doesn’t say anything else, and neither do I. Truthfully, I’m still a little sad that he has to go home to

his pack; but at the very least, I feel a sense of hope now that we’ve come to our agreement—hope

that maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t have to mean goodbye. Not yet, at least.

My wolf is happy as Karl turns up the music. I find myself bobbing along to it as I cook, sprinkling

shredded cheese and chopped mushrooms into the egg and then carefully folding it over. Karl’s

laughter is infectious as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, swaying along

with me.

As we wait for the omelets to cook, I sit up on the counter, swinging my legs back and forth. I watch

Karl move around the kitchen, his movements confident and sure.

He looks so at ease, so comfortable in his own skin. I missed this; seeing his body in the mornings,

shirtless, his hair tousled from sleep.

And then, without thinking, I reach out and pull him close, pressing my lips to his. It’s a soft, tender kiss

as I tangle my fingers through his hair. His hands slip up the back of my shirt and wander my waist.

For a moment, I’m back in our old kitchen, and it’s like we were never divorced. And for that fleeting

moment, it’s almost as if I’ve forgotten that we’re no longer together.

But as we break the kiss, reality comes crashing back in. We’re not there yet, and I have to remind Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

myself of that.

Karl, oblivious to the turmoil in my heart, smiles at me. “I missed this,” he says, his voice low and

husky.

I don’t answer. Instead, I hope down from my perch and make my way back over to the stove, where

the omelets are begging to be flipped. Karl watches me for a moment, but says nothing.

I think we both know the dangers of getting too close too fast. And I know it sucks, but if we want this to

work down the road, we have to be careful. For both of our sakes.

…

Once we’ve finished eating, Karl makes his way to the bathroom for a shower before he needs to

leave. I’m sitting on the couch, scrolling on my phone with a combination of excitement and

nervousness in my chest.

But then, as I’m sitting there, my phone starts ringing. I look at the caller ID, and quirk an eyebrow

when I see Mr. Thompson’s name glaring back at me.

Why is he calling me right now?

“Hello?” I answer, both confused and a little concerned. I half expect him to be contacting me about the

details of the overseas trip Xavier mentioned last night, but when I hear his voice, I know it’s something

far, far worse.

His voice is frantic on the other end. “Abby, something terrible has happened,”he says, his words

coming out in a rush.

I sit up abruptly, my eyes wide. “What? What happened?”

“Dozens of people got sick after the party last night,” he says, sounding both frantic and angry. “It’s

food poisoning.”

I feel like I might faint. How is this possible? I was meticulous with my cooking yesterday, and my

kitchen was spotless. There’s no way anything I prepared could have caused people to get sick.

“But I don’t understand,” I stammer, my hands trembling. “I made sure everything was perfect.”

“This can’t be real,” I breathe, standing. “Mr. Thompson—”

“What can I do?” I blurt out as tears begin to well up in my eyes.

“Be at the restaurant in an hour,” he says quickly. “And be prepared for the most intense health

department investigation you’ve ever experienced. And Abby…”

I swallow. “Yes?”

He sighs. “Your restaurant very well may shut down.”

When I hang up the phone, my heart feels like it’s about to explode and my hands are shaking

uncontrollably. It’s not long before the first notifications start rolling in. Coոtent of Drąмąոovеls.cоm

“Abby,”a text from Chloe reads,“I think you should read this.”

“I always knew Abby was an unreliable chef,”one caption reads.“#unprofessional!”

“I shouldn’t have eaten any of that food. On my way to the ER!”

“Abby, you should be ashamed of yourself. After the second chance everyone gave you, this is what

you do? Disgusting.”

I feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach as I scroll through the posts. It’s like a nightmare

come true, and I’m stuck in the middle of crippling sleep paralysis.