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 dishwasher, a huge

entire pantry full of

to spend hours in there every day,

put on weight while she

goodie or

collecting dust. I’ve hardly used it since I divorced her,

more or less. And recently, I’ve had

she decides

her head decisively. “It’s not a

us being there again…”

what she was about to say: that the two of us

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

that

had the guest room all set up for you. Remember how

love that room? Your own private balcony and an

recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest bedroom

adored. She always loved showing it off whenever we

we had a fight or when she wasn’t feeling

words are terse, and she ends the sentence by finishing off

drink.

I chuckle, still trying to sound

murmurs. “What do you really want from

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

I can say anything, she shakes her head and licks

“Karl, we can’t…”

of my whiskey to steady myself. It burns going

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

it would be

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

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

that I’m really

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

that—a desire to show her

again.”

won’t lie. It’s tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a

the very least.”

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

be

off her stool and puts

equal parts warmth and