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

hours in there every day, cooking up

Half of my staff put on weight while

some goodie

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

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

she decides

a good idea. Karl, we

us being there again…”

voice trails off, but I know what she was about to say: that the two of

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

reveal that to

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

used to love that room? Your own private balcony and an

few moments as recognition flashes through her

always loved showing it off

when she

terse, and she ends

drink.

guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound

murmurs. “What do

leave me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just

say anything, she shakes her head and licks

“Karl, we can’t…”

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

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

Thought it would

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

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

it that I’m really

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

that—a desire to show her off

again.”

she finally murmurs. “But right

the very least.”

that washes over me.

I’ll be leaving

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

warmth and