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.

two ovens, an industrial grade

entire pantry full of cooking

every day, cooking

on weight while she

goodie

hardly used it since I divorced her, but it’s still

more or less. And recently, I’ve had

she

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

us being there again…”

know what she was about to say: that the two of us

than they already are. Duh. That was

reveal that

trying to sound casual. “I had the guest

that room? Your own private balcony and

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

She always loved showing

we had a fight or when she wasn’t feeling

up.” Abby’s words are terse,

drink.

off guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying

why?” she murmurs. “What do

words leave me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like always, she’s onto

And before I can say anything,

“Karl, we can’t…”

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

get anything out of you. I just

Thought it would be

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

a moment, we both fall silent, our eyes locked

with possibilities, good and bad. What is it that I’m really asking of her? A journey back

a part of my life that’s been

that—a desire to show her off to my pack, to say, “Look, she’s with

again.”

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 course. Take

be

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

warmth and uncertainty.