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

pantry full of cooking

day, cooking up

on weight while she was living there because

goodie

collecting dust. I’ve hardly

recently, I’ve had the place prepared

in case she decides

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

us being there again…”

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

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

reveal that to

“I had the guest room all

Your own

few moments as recognition

She always loved showing it off whenever we had overnight

had a fight or when she wasn’t feeling well,

Abby’s words are terse, and she

drink.

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

murmurs. “What do you really

oddly empty and sad. Just like always,

I can say anything, she

“Karl, we can’t…”

about it,” I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to steady myself.

get

it

my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

a moment, we both fall silent, our eyes locked in a sort of silent negotiation.

is it that I’m really asking

share a part of my life that’s

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

again.”

finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big ask. Let me sleep on

the very least.”

to hide the flicker of disappointment that

be leaving on

Abby slides off her

equal parts warmth and uncertainty. “Good