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

an entire pantry

day,

of my staff put on weight while she was

goodie

hardly used it since I divorced her, but

or less. And recently, I’ve had the place prepared

case she decides to home

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

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

reveal that

had the guest room all

Your own

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

that she adored. She always loved showing

or when she wasn’t feeling well, she even

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

drink.

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

murmurs. “What do you really

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

can say anything, she shakes her head

“Karl, we can’t…”

think about it,” I interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to steady myself. It burns going

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

Thought it

my

Ouch. Her words sting.

a moment, we both fall silent, our eyes locked

and bad. What is it that I’m really asking of her? A journey

of my life that’s been so far

that—a desire to show her off to

again.”

right now, it’s a big

the very least.”novelbin

disappointment that washes over me.

be

whiskey, Abby slides off her stool and puts

equal parts warmth and uncertainty. “Good night,