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 huge

pantry full

in there every day,

staff put on weight while she was living

some goodie

left, though, it started collecting dust. I’ve hardly

I’ve had the place

she decides

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

us being there again…”

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

they already are. Duh. That was kind of

that to

I say, trying to sound casual. “I had the guest

love that room? Your own private balcony and an en

moments as recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest

showing it off whenever we had

or when she wasn’t feeling well, she even

are terse, and she ends the sentence by finishing

drink.

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

she murmurs. “What do you

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

can say anything, she shakes her

“Karl, we can’t…”

I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to steady

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

Thought it would be

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

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

What is it that I’m

of my life that’s been so

to show her off to my pack, to

again.”

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

the very least.”

flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of course. Take all the time

be

a last sip of her whiskey, Abby slides off her stool and puts on her jacket,

and uncertainty.