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 industrial grade dishwasher, a

entire pantry full of

used to spend hours in there every day,

put on weight while she

some goodie

hardly used

I’ve had the

she decides

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

us being there again…”

what she was about to say: that the two

are. Duh.

reveal that to

“I had the guest room all

room? Your own

as recognition flashes through her eyes. The

She always loved showing it off whenever we

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

trying to butter me up.” Abby’s words are terse,

drink.

still

she murmurs. “What do you really

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

always been top notch. And before I can say anything, she

“Karl, we can’t…”

sip of my whiskey to steady myself. It burns

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

it would be

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

we both fall silent, our eyes locked in a sort of

and bad. What is it that I’m really asking

life that’s been

to show her off to my pack,

again.”

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

the very least.”

that washes over me. “Of course.

be leaving on

slides off her stool and puts

warmth and uncertainty. “Good night,