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 ovens, an industrial grade dishwasher, a

an entire pantry full of cooking

there every day, cooking up some new concoction or baking

weight while she

goodie or

collecting dust. I’ve hardly used it

or less. And recently, I’ve had the place

she decides to

not a good idea. Karl,

us being there again…”

what she was about to say: that the two of us being there

more complicated than they already are. Duh. That was kind of the

that to

casual. “I had the guest room all set up for you.

used to love that room? Your own private balcony

pauses for a few moments as recognition flashes through her

She always loved showing it off whenever we

a fight or when she

to butter me up.” Abby’s words are terse, and she

drink.

by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to

murmurs. “What do you really want from

me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like

before I can say anything, she shakes her head

“Karl, we can’t…”

of my whiskey to steady myself. It burns

trying to get anything out of

Thought it would be

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

fall silent, our eyes locked in a sort of silent negotiation. The air

good and bad. What is it that

a chance to share a part of my life that’s been

show her off to

again.”

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

the very least.”

hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of course.

be leaving on

whiskey, Abby slides off her stool and puts on her jacket,

parts warmth and uncertainty. “Good