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.

complete with two

an entire pantry full of

spend hours in there every day, cooking up some new concoction or

staff put on weight while she was

some goodie or

I’ve hardly used it since

recently, I’ve had

she decides to home

decisively. “It’s not a good idea. Karl, we talked about this. The two

us being there again…”

off, but I know what she was about to

already are. Duh. That was

reveal that

say, trying to sound casual. “I had the guest room all set up for you. Remember how

used to love that room? Your own private balcony and an en

as recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest bedroom

showing it off whenever we had overnight

fight or when she wasn’t feeling well, she even

are terse, and she ends the sentence by finishing

drink.

chuckle, still trying to

murmurs. “What do you really want from

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

And before I can say anything, she shakes her head

“Karl, we can’t…”

a sip of my whiskey

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

Thought it

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

silent, our eyes locked in a

with possibilities, good and bad. What is it that I’m really asking of

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

selfish than that—a desire to show her off to my pack, to say, “Look, she’s

again.”

I won’t lie. It’s tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a

the very least.”novelbin

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

be

her stool and puts

parts warmth and uncertainty.