Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 80

#Chapter 80: New Horizons
Karl

The sun is barely hovering above the horizon as I pull up in front of Abby’s apartment building on

Friday morning.

I can’t help but smile as I think about the day ahead of us. My black car idles, the hum of its engine

drowned out by the pop song playing on the radio—a song I can easily imagine Abby singing along to,

although I don’t personally care for that kind of music myself.

With a deep breath, I turn off the engine and grab the to-go cup of her favorite coffee from the cup

holder.

She opens the door almost as soon as I knock, as though she was standing there, waiting. There’s a

look in her eyes that makes it seem as though she’s still on the fence about going. But the second her

eyes meet mine, the tension in her shoulders eases. Just a bit.

“Good morning,” I greet, handing her the coffee. “Figured you could use this.”

She grins, taking a sip immediately. “You read my mind.”

There’s a slight silence for a few moments. My eyes scan the inside of her apartment, where a bag sits

on the floor behind her; it’s packed haphazardly, no doubt. She’s never been the neatest traveler.

“Oh, one more thing,” she says before I can say anything. She slips her phone out of her pocket and

begins tapping furiously on the screen while her coffee cup balances precariously in the crook of her

elbow. “I have to tell Ethan—”

“Ethan will be fine without you,” I say, sn atching both the phone and the coffee cup away. “And so will

the restaurant. Just enjoy your time off, Abby.”

She glares at me for a moment, that signature stare of hers, but finally relaxes and lets out a deep sigh.

“You’re right.”

We hit the road within a few minutes. The morning sun streams through the windows, casting her face

in a warm amber glow. I plug in my phone and shuffle through a playlist I know she’ll love.

“So, long drive ahead. Music?”

“Surprise me,” she says, her fingers nervously tapping on the coffee cup.

I hit play, and the first chords of a nostalgic song—one that played at our wedding—fill the car. She

laughs, shaking her head. “Seriously?”

“Come on, it’s a classic,” I defend, bobbing my head to the beat.

Abby’s lips twitch upwards into a smile, but it quickly fades. I watch from my peripherals as she averts

occasionally sipping out of her coffee cup. She thinks I

ever so slightly. And

for about half

building off the main

place?” she

spotting the outline of

I say, a smile forming

than once.”

taking on a more nostalgic

my head. “Your memory is betraying you.

city. What was it called—La

got it all

near the fireplace

leaving space where our

not to think about it, because if I do, I’ll get too

car off the road.

fireplace, but

us out for disturbing the peace after you said

like this, both of us stubbornly

electric, a reminder of simpler times. I’m about to

the argument when

idiots,” she

ask, genuinely

tear from the corner of her eye. “It

“The lighthouse?”

glance. “The one near your pack’s

restaurant attached?”

bolt of lightning, and I burst into laughter too.

could I

proposed

we

moment, there’s a softness in her voice, a glimmer

for the briefest of moments, and it’s as if the

regret hits

regret that’s been there for too long, lurking in the shadows even when I was

to acknowledge it.

of driving, the towering trees give way to the

now, but it feels just as familiar as

Abby beside me.

glance, hoping that I don’t see

ever be,” she says, though I catch

driveway, the old mansion coming into view. Before I can even cut

butler for as long as I can remember, steps onto the porch.

he sees me. “Mr. Karl!” he exclaims, shuffling out. “How

moment his gaze lands

doing here?” he asks, a thinly veiled note of disapproval

words.

Gerald,” Abby replies, her tone neutral.

he mutters, and though he says nothing more, his eyes say

problem with Abby being here, that’s his

with, not ours.

it. “I got it,” she says, our fingers brushing

have to resist the

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