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 back to the

do you mean?”

and Abby couldn’t have a private

fight, and Chloe was an

as usual. “Dam n, you’re right.

with Abby,

you never have

recognizing that, maybe it’ll turn

deep breath, letting his wisdom settle into my

myself. “Let’s do

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

her. Chloe’s seated at one of the patio tables, her arms crossed, jaw clenched. Anyone with half

This is gonna be a hard

say as I approach her. She looks up, and if looks

be six feet under.

spits out, narrowing her eyes

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

why would I want to talk

and I both know that she’s our favorite person,

work this out.”

skeptical but maybe a notch less hostile than she was before. “Go

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

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

to everyone, including you.”

looks surprised, as if she didn’t expect this level of self-awareness from me. “Well, look

grown a conscience.”

than never, right?” I say, locking eyes with her. She

of her icy

don’t take it out on

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

don’t know.

folding her arms on the table, and the weight of her anger

understand,

need another one right

but she’s not wrong. If this were a few

Abby was single. But I realize that

being a better person.