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.

all Chloe’s fault?” my wolf chimes in, snapping me

you mean?” I ask, genuinely

Abby couldn’t have a private tent for

for a fight, and

realizing he’s hit the nail on the head as usual. “Dam n, you’re right. I was cranky

alone time with Abby, and Chloe got

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

turn out better than

his wisdom settle into my bones. I

myself. “Let’s

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

one of the patio tables,

tell she’s furious. This is gonna be a hard

walk away now,” I say as I approach her.

be six feet under.

spits out, narrowing her eyes

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

would I want to talk to you,

and I both know that she’s our favorite

work this out.”

an eyebrow, still skeptical but maybe a notch less hostile than she was

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

to everyone, including you.”

didn’t expect this level of self-awareness

grown a conscience.”

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

her icy fortress. “You can hate me all you

don’t take it

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

know.

arms on the table, and the weight of

understand, Karl. Abby just got out

right now, especially

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

single. But I realize that

being a better person.