Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 75: Come Home
Karl

Abby’s face looks apprehensive, which was exactly what I feared.

When my secretary called me last week to come home for a pack meeting, my original plan was to slip

back home on the day of the meeting and come back to the city without uttering a word. I wanted to just

get my duties over with and return to my task of trying to win Abby back, but plans have changed.

After everything that’s happened recently, I want her by my side. And although I won’t admit it, in a

selfish way, I want her to see our old home and remember what we had together. Maybe then we can

move things forward.

“Well?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “Tell me. What’s the catch?”

I pause, choosing my words carefully. “I have to go back to my pack this weekend for a meeting. It’s

family stuff, council discussions, you know. The usual.” I hesitate, reading her face, which now shows a

mix of curiosity and guardedness.

“And…?”

“And… I’d like you to come with me.”

The sudden stillness in her eyes, the subtle twitch of her lips, tells me this isn’t what she expected.

“Karl, you know I have responsibilities here, right? There’s the restaurant first and foremost, and

beyond that, I have to practice for the cook-off.”

“Yeah, I know. But look, it’s a weekend. We’d be back first thing Sunday morning. The restaurant can

manage without you for two days, and as for the cook-off…” I grin, trying to channel some semblance

of charm into my plea, “you can practice in my kitchen. I’ve got it all set up—really, anything you’d

need.”

Her eyes narrow, but not dismissively. She’s considering it, I can tell. I can still remember how much

she loved our old kitchen; she was the one who designed it, after all.

two ovens,

an entire pantry full of

every day, cooking up some new concoction

staff put on weight while she was living there because she

goodie

she left, though, it started collecting dust. I’ve hardly

I’ve had the place prepared

she

“It’s not a good idea. Karl, we talked about

us being there again…”

but I know what she was about to say: that the two of us being there

are. Duh.

reveal that to

trying to sound casual. “I had the guest room all

Your own private

pauses for a few moments as recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest

she adored. She always loved showing it off whenever

a fight or when she wasn’t feeling well,

up.” Abby’s words are terse, and she ends the sentence

drink.

intuition, I chuckle, still

she murmurs. “What do you

me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like

can say anything, she shakes her head

“Karl, we can’t…”

a sip of my whiskey to steady myself.

not trying to get anything out

it would be

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

silent, our eyes locked

it that I’m really asking of

part of my life that’s been so far from her for so

more selfish than that—a desire to show her off

again.”

murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big ask. Let

the very least.”

flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of course.

be leaving on

sip of her whiskey, Abby slides off her stool and puts on her jacket,

parts warmth and uncertainty.