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

pantry full of

in there every day, cooking up some new concoction or

while she was

goodie or

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

And recently, I’ve had the place prepared for

she

says, shaking her head decisively. “It’s not a good

us being there again…”

what she was about to say:

they already are. Duh. That

reveal that to

to sound casual. “I had the guest room all set up for you.

used to love that room? Your own private balcony and

few moments as recognition

adored. She always loved showing it off

when she wasn’t feeling well, she even slept

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

drink.

by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound casual.

murmurs. “What do

sad.

always been top notch. And before I can say

“Karl, we can’t…”

I interrupt, taking a sip of

get anything

Thought it would be

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

both fall silent, our eyes locked in a sort of silent negotiation.

and bad. What is it that

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

show her off

again.”

lie. It’s tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right now,

the very least.”

the flicker of disappointment that washes over me.

be leaving

Abby slides off her stool and

and