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.

with two ovens, an industrial grade dishwasher,

an entire pantry full of cooking

to spend hours in there every day, cooking

Half of my staff put on weight while she was living

some goodie or

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

I’ve had the place prepared

case she decides to home

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

us being there again…”

she was about to say:

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

reveal that

had the guest room

to love that room? Your own private

for a few moments as recognition flashes through her

she adored. She always loved showing it off

fight or when she wasn’t feeling well, she

terse, and she ends the sentence by

drink.

her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound

she murmurs. “What do you

me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like always,

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

“Karl, we can’t…”

I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to steady myself. It

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

it

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

locked

with possibilities, good and bad. What is it that I’m really asking of her?

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

than that—a desire to show her off to my pack, to

again.”

“But right now,

the very least.”

nod, trying to hide the flicker of disappointment that washes

be

a last sip of her whiskey, Abby slides off her stool and puts

parts warmth and uncertainty.