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.

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

you mean?” I

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

fight, and Chloe was an

the nail on the head as usual. “Dam

time with Abby, and Chloe got

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

it’ll turn out

into my bones. I just hope he’s right.

myself. “Let’s do

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

patio tables, her arms crossed, jaw clenched. Anyone with half

tell she’s furious. This

I say as I approach her. She

be six feet under.

she spits out, narrowing her eyes

her daggers, I sit down opposite her, careful

to talk to

you and I both know that she’s

work this out.”

maybe a notch less hostile than she was

I know how you feel about me, Chloe. You think I’m toxic

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

to everyone, including you.”

looks surprised, as if she didn’t expect this

grown a conscience.”

say, locking eyes with her. She glances away, but there’s a shift in

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

it out on

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

don’t know.

folding her arms on the table, and the weight of

to understand, Karl. Abby just got out of a

right now,

If this were a few days ago, I’d have been

I realize that would never work, not if I’m truly committed

being a better person.