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

and an entire pantry full of cooking

in there every day,

Half of my staff put on weight while she was living there because she was

some goodie

hardly used it

recently, I’ve had the place prepared for

in case she decides

a good idea. Karl, we

us being there again…”

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

they already are. Duh. That was kind of

that

sound casual. “I had the

Your own private balcony and an en suite

recognition flashes through

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

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

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

drink.

off guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still

murmurs. “What do

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

always been top notch. And before I can say anything, she shakes her head and licks her

“Karl, we can’t…”

it,” I interrupt, taking a sip of my

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

it

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

locked in a sort of silent negotiation. The air around

with possibilities, good and bad. What is it that I’m really asking of her? A journey back to

life that’s been so far

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

again.”

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

the very least.”

nod, trying to hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of

I’ll be

her stool and puts on her

and uncertainty. “Good