Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 115
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 huge

entire pantry

there every day, cooking up some new concoction or

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

some goodie

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

or less. And recently, I’ve had

she decides to home

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

us being there again…”

about

more complicated than they already are. Duh. That was kind of the

reveal that to

“I had the guest room all set up for you. Remember how

own

pauses for a few moments as recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest

always loved showing it off whenever we had

fight or when she wasn’t feeling well,

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

drink.

guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound casual. “Okay. Maybe a

murmurs. “What do you

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

can say anything, she shakes her head and licks her

“Karl, we can’t…”

a sip of

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

it would

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

moment, we both fall silent, our eyes locked in a sort of silent negotiation. The air

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

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

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

again.”

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

the very least.”novelbin

hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of

I’ll be leaving

sip of her whiskey, Abby slides off her stool

and uncertainty.