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

pantry full of

spend hours in there every day, cooking up

while she was living there because she was always

goodie

dust. I’ve hardly used it since I divorced

more or less. And recently, I’ve

case she

“It’s not a

us being there again…”

was about to say: that the two of us being there

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

that

“I had the guest room all

room? Your own private balcony and an en suite

recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest

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

had a fight or when she

are terse, and she ends the

drink.

guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound

murmurs. “What do

sad. Just like always, she’s onto me. Her intuition

notch. And before I can say anything,

“Karl, we can’t…”

a sip of my whiskey to steady

get anything out

it

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

locked in a sort of silent negotiation. The

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

chance to share a part of my life that’s been so far from her for so

desire to show her

again.”

won’t lie. It’s tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right

the very least.”

that washes over me. “Of course. Take all the time

be leaving on

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

warmth and uncertainty. “Good night,