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

entire pantry

spend hours in there every day, cooking up some new concoction

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

some goodie or

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

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

case she

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

more complicated than they already are. Duh. That was kind

reveal that to

say, trying to sound casual. “I had the guest room all set up for you. Remember

that room? Your own private balcony

as recognition flashes through

adored. She always loved showing it off whenever we

she wasn’t feeling well, she

butter me up.” Abby’s words are terse, and she

drink.

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

murmurs. “What do you really want from me,

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

And before I can say anything, she

“Karl, we can’t…”

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

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

it would

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

a moment, we both fall silent, our eyes locked

with possibilities, good and bad. What is it that

life that’s been

selfish than that—a desire to show her off

again.”

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

the very least.”

hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of

I’ll be leaving

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

and uncertainty. “Good