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.

home chef’s paradise, complete with two ovens, an industrial grade

entire pantry full of

in there every day, cooking up some new concoction or baking

Half of my staff put on weight while she was living

goodie

though, it started collecting dust. I’ve hardly used it since I divorced her, but it’s still

recently, I’ve

in case she decides to

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

us being there again…”

but I know what she was about to say: that the

than they already are. Duh. That was kind of the whole point.

reveal that

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

to love that room? Your own private

a few moments as recognition flashes through her

room that she adored. She always loved showing it off whenever we had overnight

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

terse, and she ends the sentence by finishing

drink.

still trying

do you really want from me,

sad. Just like always, she’s onto me. Her

I can say anything, she

“Karl, we can’t…”

sip of my whiskey to

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

it would

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

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

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

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

it’s more selfish than that—a desire to show her off to my pack, to

again.”

finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s

the very least.”novelbin

of disappointment that washes over me. “Of course. Take all

be leaving

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

parts warmth and uncertainty. “Good