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.

Chloe’s fault?” my wolf chimes in,

mean?” I ask, genuinely

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

and Chloe was an easy

the nail on the head as usual. “Dam

alone time with Abby, and Chloe got

blameless in all this, and you never have been. But I think that if you go into

maybe it’ll turn out better

settle into my bones. I just

“Let’s

with activity—customers chatting, employees

her. Chloe’s seated at one of the patio tables, her arms crossed,

This is

say as I approach

be six feet under.

narrowing

opposite her, careful to keep a respectful distance. “We need

why would I want to talk to you, of

I both know that she’s our

work this out.”

a notch

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

I want to be a better man. I’ve got a lot to make up

to everyone, including you.”

as if she didn’t expect this level of self-awareness

grown a conscience.”

with her. She

layer of her icy fortress. “You

take it out

I see a glimmer of realization. “You think that’s what I’m

don’t know.

and the weight of her anger seems to lift just a

need to understand,

right

brutal honesty, but she’s not wrong. If this were a few days ago, I’d have been plotting

the moment Abby was single. But I realize that would

being a better person.