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.

paradise, complete with two ovens, an industrial grade dishwasher,

an entire pantry full of cooking

there every day, cooking up some new concoction or baking

put on weight while she was living

goodie

hardly used it since I divorced

And recently, I’ve had the

she decides

a good idea. Karl, we talked about this. The two

us being there again…”

she was about to say: that the two of

more complicated than they already are. Duh. That was

that

“I had the guest room all

that room? Your own private balcony and an en

as recognition flashes

that she adored. She always loved showing

a fight or when she wasn’t feeling well,

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

drink.

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

“What do you really want from me,

sad. Just like always, she’s

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

“Karl, we can’t…”

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

to get anything out of you. I just wanted you invite

Thought it

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

our eyes locked in a sort of silent negotiation.

and bad. What is it that I’m really asking

share a part of my life that’s been

her

again.”

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

the very least.”

flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of course. Take

I’ll be leaving on

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

and uncertainty.