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

pantry full

spend hours in there every day,

staff put on weight while

goodie

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

And recently, I’ve had

in case she decides to

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

us being there again…”

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

complicated than they already are. Duh. That was

reveal that to

had the guest room all set up for you. Remember

that room? Your own private balcony and an en suite

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

She always loved showing it off whenever

we had a fight or when she wasn’t feeling

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

drink.

intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound casual. “Okay.

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

sad. Just like always, she’s onto

can say anything, she

“Karl, we can’t…”

I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to steady myself.

to the present. “I’m not trying to get anything

it

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

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

that I’m really asking of her?

to share a part of my life that’s been so far from her for so long?

her off to my pack, to

again.”

right now, it’s

the very least.”

that

be

her whiskey, Abby slides off her stool and puts on her jacket, offering me a

warmth and uncertainty. “Good