Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 72: Making Amends
Karl

I step out of Abby’s office, my heart still pounding. It’s like a battlefield in there with emotional shrapnel

all over the place.

But I’m not naive enough to think I’m a mere bystander, oh no. I’m pretty sure I’m the d amn cannon that

fired the first shot.

“Big moment, huh?” My wolf’s voice resonates through my mind. I’m so focused on the situation

between Chloe and Abby that it almost took me by surprise.

“You could say that,” I respond. “Chloe’s not exactly my biggest fan.”

“Well, maybe this is your chance,” he suggests. “Just like you did with John. Bury the hatchet, put aside

your differences for Abby’s sake. Start over.”

“I hope so,” I reply, running a hand through my hair. “But Chloe’s different. She’s never liked me, not

even at the beginning.”

I recall a camping trip years ago, back when Abby and I were still married. Chloe was there, along with

their other friend Leah. A mix-up with the tents meant we all had to share one. G od, that was a disaster.

The memory plays out like an old film reel in my mind. Leah, as always, was as chill as ever about the

situation while Abby was fairly indifferent. But for Chloe and I, it felt like the end of the world. To share a

tent with each other? I knew for a fact that Chloe would have rather died, because she said so herself.

That night, the tent was cramped, the tension palpable. Of course, Chloe and I ended up arguing about

something st upid—how to properly set up a sleeping bag or some such nonsense.

It eventually devolved into an all-out brawl. Chloe threw a folding chair. I chased her up the tree. You

know, the usual, until Leah and Abby had to step in. They were both in stitches over the ridiculous

situation, but it was real as hell for Chloe and I. We hated each other’s guts.

was that really all Chloe’s fault?” my wolf chimes

do you mean?” I ask,

that you and Abby couldn’t have a private tent for you-know-what. You

for a fight, and Chloe was

the head as usual. “Dam n, you’re right. I was

Abby, and

in all this, and you never have been. But I think that

that, maybe it’ll turn out better than you

into my bones. I just hope he’s right. “Okay,”

myself. “Let’s do

is buzzing with activity—customers chatting, employees hustling. A quick scan

patio tables, her arms crossed,

she’s furious. This

now,” I say as I approach her. She looks

be six feet under.

spits out, narrowing her eyes

I sit down opposite her, careful to keep a respectful

would I want to talk to you, of all

concerns Abby. And you and I both know that

work this out.”

an eyebrow, still skeptical but maybe a notch

feel about me, Chloe. You think I’m toxic for Abby. Hell, maybe I was.

I want to be a better man. I’ve got a lot to make up for, not just to Abby,

to everyone, including you.”

surprised, as if she didn’t expect this

grown a conscience.”

with her. She glances away, but there’s a shift

I’ve cracked the first layer of her icy fortress. “You can hate me

take it

eyes flash back to mine, and I see a glimmer of realization. “You think that’s what I’m

know. You

on the table, and the weight of her anger seems to

to understand, Karl. Abby just

another one right now,

at her brutal honesty, but she’s not wrong. If this

the moment Abby was single. But I realize

being a better person.