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.

chef’s paradise, complete with two ovens, an industrial grade dishwasher, a huge

pantry full

hours in there every day, cooking up some new

of my staff put on weight while she was

some goodie or

left, though, it started collecting dust. I’ve hardly used it since I divorced

I’ve had the

she

decisively. “It’s not a good idea. Karl,

us being there again…”

I know what she was about to say: that

complicated than they already are. Duh.

reveal that

the

used to love that room? Your own private balcony

as recognition

She always loved showing it off whenever we had

fight or when she wasn’t

trying to butter me up.” Abby’s words are terse, and she ends the sentence

drink.

chuckle, still trying to sound casual. “Okay. Maybe a

“What do you really want from

feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like always,

can say anything, she shakes her head and

“Karl, we can’t…”

a sip of my whiskey to steady myself. It burns going

to get anything out of you. I just wanted you invite

it would be

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

our eyes locked in a

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

part of my life

desire to show her

again.”

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

the very least.”

nod, trying to hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of

be leaving

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

parts warmth and uncertainty. “Good night,