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 grade dishwasher, a huge

and an entire pantry

spend hours in there every day, cooking up some new concoction or baking

on weight while

some goodie

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

I’ve had the

she

says, shaking her head decisively. “It’s not a good idea. Karl, we

us being there again…”

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

that to

“I had the

that room? Your own

as recognition flashes through her eyes. The

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

we had a fight or when she

terse, and she ends

drink.

intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound

“What do you really want

leave me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like

top notch. And before I can say anything, she shakes

“Karl, we can’t…”

I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to

to get anything

it

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

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

that I’m really

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

show her off to my

again.”

right now, it’s a

the very least.”

of disappointment that washes

be

her stool and puts on her jacket,

and