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

used to spend hours in there every day, cooking up some

put on weight while she was living

goodie

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

And recently, I’ve

case she decides

decisively. “It’s not a good

us being there again…”

she was about to say: that the two

Duh. That was kind of the whole point.

that to

the guest room

room? Your own

a few moments as recognition flashes through her

always loved showing it off whenever we had

when we had a fight or when she wasn’t feeling well, she even slept

terse, and she ends the sentence by finishing off

drink.

still trying

she murmurs. “What do you really want

words leave me feeling oddly empty and sad.

And before I can say anything, she

“Karl, we can’t…”

taking a sip of

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

it would be

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

silent, our eyes locked in a sort of silent

and bad. What is it that I’m really asking of her? A journey back

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

perhaps it’s more selfish than that—a desire to show her off to

again.”

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

the very least.”

that washes over me.

I’ll be

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

parts warmth and