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.

complete with two ovens, an industrial grade dishwasher, a

entire pantry full of cooking

used to spend hours in there every day, cooking

of my staff put on weight while she was living there because she

some goodie or

I’ve hardly used

And recently, I’ve had the place prepared

she decides

shaking her head decisively. “It’s not a good idea. Karl, we talked about this. The

us being there again…”

what she was about to say: that the two of

they already are. Duh. That was kind of the whole point. But

reveal that

the

own private balcony

few moments as recognition flashes through her eyes. The

She always loved showing it off whenever we had

or when she wasn’t feeling well, she even slept

are terse, and she ends the

drink.

chuckle, still trying to

why?” she murmurs. “What do you really want from

and sad. Just like always, she’s onto

And before I can say anything, she shakes her head and licks

“Karl, we can’t…”

it,” I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to steady myself. It burns

“I’m not trying to get anything out of you. I just wanted you invite

Thought it would

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

moment, we both fall silent, our eyes locked in a sort

and bad. What is it that I’m

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

to show her off to my pack, to say, “Look, she’s with

again.”

tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big ask. Let me sleep on

the very least.”

that washes over me. “Of course. Take all the

I’ll be

her

and