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.

a home chef’s paradise, complete with two ovens, an industrial grade dishwasher, a

an entire pantry full

spend hours in there every day, cooking up some new

on weight while she was living there

some goodie

dust. I’ve hardly

I’ve

she decides to home

a

us being there again…”

about to say: that the two of us being there

already are. Duh. That was kind of

that

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

own private balcony and an en suite

a few moments as recognition flashes through her eyes.

adored. She always loved showing it off whenever

had a fight or when she

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

drink.

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

do

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

notch. And before I can say anything, she shakes her head and

“Karl, we can’t…”

sip of my

to the present. “I’m not trying to get

it

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

our eyes locked in a sort of

that I’m really asking

part of my life that’s been

that—a desire to show her

again.”

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

the very least.”

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

I’ll be leaving

Abby slides off her stool

warmth and