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.

paradise, complete with two ovens, an

entire pantry

every day, cooking up some new concoction or baking

of my staff put on weight while she was living there because

some goodie

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

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

she decides to home

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

us being there again…”

trails off, but I know what she was about

more complicated than they already are. Duh. That was

that

say, trying to sound casual. “I had the guest

used to love that room? Your own private

recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest bedroom

room that she adored. She always loved showing

when we had a fight or when she

trying to butter me up.” Abby’s words are terse, and she ends the

drink.

guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound casual.

why?” she murmurs. “What do you really

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

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

“Karl, we can’t…”

of my whiskey

to the present. “I’m not trying to get anything out of you.

Thought it would

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

silent, our eyes locked in a sort of silent

that I’m

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

desire to show her off to my pack, to say, “Look,

again.”

she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a

the very least.”

nod, trying to hide the flicker of disappointment that

be leaving

off her stool and puts on her jacket, offering me

and uncertainty. “Good