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.

two ovens, an industrial grade dishwasher, a huge

pantry full of

in there every day, cooking up some new concoction

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

goodie or

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

recently, I’ve had

case she decides

she says, shaking her head decisively. “It’s not a good idea. Karl, we talked about this.

us being there again…”

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

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

reveal that

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

to love that room? Your own private balcony and

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

She always loved showing

or when she

words are terse, and she ends the sentence

drink.

guard by her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound casual.

murmurs. “What do you really want from me,

words leave me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like always,

can say anything, she shakes her head

“Karl, we can’t…”

sip of my whiskey to

not trying to get anything out of you. I just

it would be

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

silent, our eyes locked in

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

part of my life that’s been so far

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

again.”

murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big ask. Let me

the very least.”novelbin

of disappointment that washes

I’ll be leaving

of her whiskey, Abby slides off her

parts warmth and uncertainty. “Good