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.

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

entire pantry full

in there every day, cooking up some new

put on weight while she was living

some goodie or

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

And recently, I’ve had

case she decides to

not a good idea.

us being there again…”

off, but I know what she was about to say: that

things even more complicated than they already are. Duh. That was kind

that to

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

used to love that room? Your own private

as recognition flashes through her eyes. The

showing it off whenever we had overnight guests.

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

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

drink.

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

why?” she murmurs. “What do you really

leave me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like

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

“Karl, we can’t…”

interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to steady myself. It

back to the present. “I’m not trying to get anything out of you. I just wanted you invite

it

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

eyes locked in a sort of silent negotiation. The

bad. What is it that I’m really asking of

part of my life that’s been so

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

again.”

she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big ask. Let me sleep on

the very least.”novelbin

hide the flicker of disappointment that

I’ll be leaving

of her whiskey, Abby slides off her stool and puts on

warmth and uncertainty. “Good night,