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.

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

entire pantry

hours in there every day,

staff put on weight while she was living there because she was always

goodie or

dust. I’ve hardly used it since I

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

in case she decides

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

us being there again…”

was about

are. Duh. That was kind of the whole point.

that

had the guest room all set up

that room? Your own private balcony and an

a few moments as recognition flashes through her eyes. The

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

a fight or when she

terse, and she ends the

drink.

guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying

why?” she murmurs. “What do

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

say anything, she

“Karl, we can’t…”

of my whiskey to steady myself. It burns

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

Thought it would

my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

both fall silent, our eyes locked

is it that I’m really asking of her? A journey

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

perhaps it’s more selfish than that—a desire to show her off to my pack, to say, “Look, she’s

again.”

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

the very least.”

trying to hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of course. Take all

be leaving

whiskey, Abby slides off her stool

parts warmth and uncertainty. “Good