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.

wolf chimes in, snapping

do you mean?” I ask, genuinely

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

for a fight, and Chloe

head as usual.

time with Abby, and Chloe got in the

You’re not blameless in all this, and you never have been. But I think that if

that, maybe it’ll turn out

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

myself. “Let’s

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

tables, her arms crossed, jaw clenched. Anyone

could tell she’s furious. This is gonna be

can’t just walk away now,” I say as I approach her. She looks up, and

be six feet under.

out, narrowing her

daggers, I sit down opposite her, careful to keep a

would I want to talk to you,

it concerns Abby. And you and I both know that she’s our favorite person, so

work this out.”

maybe a notch less hostile

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

be a better man. I’ve got a lot

to everyone, including you.”

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

grown a conscience.”

late than never, right?” I say, locking eyes with her. She glances away, but there’s a shift

layer of her icy fortress. “You can hate me all

it out on

to mine, and I see a glimmer of

don’t know. You tell

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

harsh. But you need to understand, Karl. Abby just got out of

another one right now, especially not

If this were a few days ago,

realize that would

being a better person.