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

entire pantry

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

my staff put on weight while she

goodie

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

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

in case she decides to home

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

us being there again…”

voice trails off, but I know what she was about to say: that the

they already are. Duh. That was

reveal that to

the

own private balcony and an en suite

for a few moments as recognition flashes

that she adored. She always loved showing it off whenever we

fight or when she

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

drink.

intuition, I chuckle, still trying

“What do

feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like

before I can say anything, she shakes her head and

“Karl, we can’t…”

sip of my

present. “I’m not trying to get anything out of you. I just wanted

it would

my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

our eyes locked in a sort of silent negotiation. The air

with possibilities, good and bad. What is it that I’m really asking of

my life that’s been so far from her for so

to show her off to my pack, to say, “Look,

again.”

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

the very least.”

that washes over me. “Of

be leaving

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

warmth and