Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 39: Candlelight Reprieve
Abby

The clinking of wine glasses fills the room as I lead Karl into my living room, gesturing toward the

elegantly set dining table.

“See?” I say, pointing out the various dishes, which I’ve rewarmed in the oven since I called Karl. “It’s

almost restaurant-worthy.”

“Almost?” He whistles appreciatively, his eyes scanning the assortment of dishes. “You really went all

out. What’s the special occasion?”

Glancing down at the black dress that clings to my frame, paired with heels that I’d picked out just for

tonight, I feel a flush of embarrassment rise into my cheeks. I knew I was overdressed for just Karl, but

it’s too late now.

“It was supposed to be a special evening… with Adam,” I admit.

Karl’s gaze turns inquisitive as he sips his wine. “And he’s…?”

“He canceled. Last minute,” I reply, feeling the sting of the memory. “Like he always does.”

He places his glass down with a sigh. “Abby, I’m sorry.”

I wave my hand dismissively, pushing the negativity aside. “Doesn’t matter now. Let’s eat.”

The next hour is filled with lighthearted conversation, punctuated by appreciative comments about the

food. We share anecdotes, stories of our own culinary adventures, and jokes about old times.

As we slowly make our way through bottle after bottle of wine, the room fills with the kind of warmth

that only alcohol and good company can bring.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you’d cook for someone else, and it wouldn’t be me,” Karl muses,

a slight slur in his voice.

I roll my eyes, but there’s a smile on my lips. “Well, maybe if someone hadn’t flaked on me so much…”

Karl smirks. “One thing I never did, Abby, was stand you up.”

I snort, feeling the wine making me bolder than usual. “True. But you did something worse. You

divorced me, remember?”

look of genuine remorse. “I know. Over something

your fault.”

lower my gaze, the pain of that memory

for a moment, lost in memories of what once was. The atmosphere

shared past pressing

And

surprise, staring at

up to you,”

between us cr ackles with tension. My mind races, torn between the pain of our past and

the man sitting across from me. I wonder if he’s really changed or if this is

in his

so

for a moment, I’m transported back to a time

another, I’m suddenly reminded of

brighter shade of red than it

broad hands wrap around my upper arms, giving me

toward the wall. “What’s

got all

swallow and look away to dispel the images of myself riding

ecstasy. “Nothing,” I mutter.

smirk widens. I feel the wall come up behind me, leaving me with nowhere to

anger for Adam, but I’m not so sure if I would want to leave if I could. I find

and brushes his lips

chill down

this, Abby,” he murmurs. “I know you’ve missed me. Adam can’t hold a

you and

is right. The wetness between

we felt for each other before, want to

first time in three years, I need to

me as

supposed to hate Karl for what he did to me all those years ago. The fact that my wolf

dormant after our divorce is

waist, though, making

did, for

murmurs. “And you miss me, too. F uck

let this happen, but I know I can’t, for multiple

second of all, I

feel the pull of his lips drawing me closer, clarity strikes. I push him

to go,” I murmur,

eyes searching mine for