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

and an entire pantry full of

day, cooking up some new

weight while she was

some goodie

though, it started collecting dust. I’ve hardly used it since I divorced her, but it’s still

or less. And recently, I’ve had the place

case she decides to

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

us being there again…”

trails off, but I know what she was about to say: that the two

complicated than they already are. Duh. That was kind of the

reveal that

had the guest room

that room? Your own private

recognition flashes through

that she adored. She always loved showing it

when we had a fight or when she wasn’t feeling well, she even slept in

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

drink.

off guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying

“What do you really want

oddly empty and sad. Just like always, she’s

before I can say anything,

“Karl, we can’t…”

taking a sip of my whiskey to steady myself. It

to get anything out of you. I

it would be

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

both fall silent, our eyes locked in

and bad. What is it that I’m really asking of her? A journey back to

life that’s been so far from her

it’s more selfish than that—a desire to show her off to my

again.”

finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a

the very least.”

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

I’ll be leaving

of her whiskey, Abby slides off her

and uncertainty. “Good night,