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.

paradise, complete with two ovens, an

pantry full

there every day, cooking up some new

put on weight while she was living

goodie or

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

I’ve had the place prepared for

she

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

us being there again…”

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

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

reveal that to

“I had the

love that room? Your own

recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest

She always loved showing

a fight or when she

up.” Abby’s words are terse, and she ends the sentence by finishing off

drink.

still

why?” she murmurs. “What do you really

oddly empty and sad. Just like always, she’s

And before I can say anything, she shakes

“Karl, we can’t…”

think about it,” I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey

not trying to get anything out of you. I just

it would

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

locked in a sort of silent negotiation. The air

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

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

her off to my pack, to say, “Look, she’s with

again.”

won’t lie. It’s tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big ask. Let

the very least.”

flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of

I’ll be

of her whiskey, Abby slides off her stool

and uncertainty. “Good night,