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.

a home chef’s paradise, complete with two ovens,

and an entire pantry

there every day, cooking up some new concoction

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

some goodie or

hardly used it since I divorced her, but

or less. And recently, I’ve

in case she decides

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

us being there again…”

know what she was about to say: that the two of us being

even more complicated than they already are. Duh. That

that to

trying to sound casual. “I had the

own private

recognition flashes through her eyes. The guest bedroom

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

a fight or when she wasn’t

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

drink.

chuckle, still trying to sound casual. “Okay. Maybe

“What do

and sad. Just like always, she’s

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

“Karl, we can’t…”

it,” I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey

get anything out of you. I

it

my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

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

is it that I’m really asking of her? A journey back to

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

that—a desire to show her off to my

again.”

finally murmurs. “But right

the very least.”novelbin

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

be leaving

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

parts warmth and