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 dishwasher, a

an entire pantry full of cooking

to spend hours in there every day, cooking up some

on weight while she was living there because

some goodie

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

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

she

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

us being there again…”

was about to say: that the two of us being

even more complicated than they already are. Duh.

reveal that

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

own private balcony and an en suite

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

adored. She always loved showing it

when we had a fight or when she wasn’t

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

drink.

chuckle, still trying

she murmurs. “What do you really

oddly empty and sad.

top notch. And before I can say

“Karl, we can’t…”

taking a sip of

to get anything out of

Thought it

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

locked in a sort of silent negotiation. The air around

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

share a part of my life that’s been so far from

her

again.”

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

the very least.”

to hide the flicker of disappointment that washes

be

Abby slides off her stool and

warmth and uncertainty. “Good