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 huge

pantry full of cooking

day, cooking up some new concoction

on weight while she

some goodie

dust. I’ve hardly used it since I divorced her, but

And recently, I’ve had the place prepared for

she decides

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

us being there again…”

trails off, but I know what she was about to say: that the two

already are. Duh. That was

reveal that

say, trying to sound casual. “I had the guest room all set up for you. Remember how

to love that room? Your own private balcony and an en suite

few moments as recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest

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

or when she wasn’t

Abby’s words are terse, and she ends the sentence by

drink.

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

she murmurs. “What do you really want from

words leave me feeling oddly empty and sad.

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

“Karl, we can’t…”

it,” I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to steady myself. It burns going

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

Thought it would

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

locked in a sort of silent

bad. What is it that I’m really asking of her? A journey back to

a part of my life that’s been so far

selfish than that—a desire to show her off to my pack,

again.”

she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big

the very least.”

hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over me.

I’ll be leaving on

her stool and

warmth and uncertainty. “Good