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

and an entire pantry

to spend hours in there every day, cooking up some

Half of my staff put on weight while she was living

goodie

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

less. And recently, I’ve had the place

case she decides

not a good idea. Karl, we talked about

us being there again…”

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

even more complicated than they already are. Duh. That was kind of the

that

casual. “I had the guest room all set up for you. Remember how

own private balcony

few moments as recognition flashes

She always loved showing it off whenever we

when we had a fight or when she wasn’t feeling well,

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

drink.

still trying to

why?” she murmurs. “What do you

leave me feeling oddly empty and sad.

top notch. And before I can say anything, she shakes her head and licks

“Karl, we can’t…”

about it,” I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey

get anything out of you. I just wanted you

it would be

my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

our eyes locked in a sort of silent negotiation.

it that I’m really asking of her? A journey

of my life that’s been so far from

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

again.”

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

the very least.”

trying to hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over

be leaving

whiskey, Abby slides off her stool and puts

warmth and