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.

with two ovens, an industrial

entire pantry

spend hours in there every day, cooking up

staff put on weight while she

some goodie or

I’ve hardly used it since I divorced

recently, I’ve had the place prepared

she decides to

“It’s not a good idea. Karl, we talked about this.

us being there again…”

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

even more complicated than they already are. Duh. That was

that to

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

own private balcony and an en suite

few moments as recognition flashes

loved showing it off whenever we had

we had a fight or when she wasn’t

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

drink.

by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound

why?” she murmurs. “What do

sad. Just like always,

I can say anything, she shakes her head and licks her

“Karl, we can’t…”

of my whiskey to steady

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

it would be

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

moment, we both fall silent, our eyes locked in

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

of my life that’s been so far from

it’s more selfish than that—a desire to show her off to my pack, to say, “Look,

again.”

murmurs. “But right now, it’s

the very least.”

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

I’ll be leaving on

a last sip of her whiskey, Abby slides off her

warmth and uncertainty. “Good