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 ovens, an industrial

pantry full of cooking

spend hours in there every day, cooking up some

weight while

goodie

though, it started collecting dust. I’ve hardly used it since I divorced

And recently, I’ve had the place prepared

in case she decides to home

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

us being there again…”

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

they already are. Duh. That was kind of the whole point.

reveal that

“I had the guest room

room? Your own

recognition flashes

She always loved showing it off whenever we had

when she wasn’t feeling well,

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

drink.

still trying to sound casual. “Okay. Maybe a

why?” she murmurs. “What do you really

sad.

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

“Karl, we can’t…”

interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to

get anything

it would be

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

our eyes locked in a

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

again.”

tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s

the very least.”

the flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of

be leaving on

off her stool and puts on her jacket, offering

warmth and uncertainty.