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.

with two

and an entire pantry full of

day, cooking

on weight while she was living there because

some goodie

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

more or less. And recently, I’ve had

case she decides

a good idea. Karl, we talked about

us being there again…”

voice trails off, but I know what she was about to say: that the two of us

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

that

the guest room all set up for

to love that room? Your own private balcony and an en suite

pauses for a few moments as recognition flashes through

loved showing it

when we had a fight or when she wasn’t feeling

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

drink.

her intuition, I chuckle, still trying to sound

she murmurs. “What do you really want from

leave me feeling oddly empty and sad. Just like always, she’s onto me. Her intuition

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

“Karl, we can’t…”

interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to

“I’m not trying to get

Thought it would

not my home

Ouch. Her words sting.

fall silent, our eyes locked

that I’m really asking of her?

a part of my life that’s

more selfish than that—a desire to show her off to my pack, to say, “Look, she’s

again.”

I won’t lie. It’s tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big ask. Let

the very least.”novelbin

hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over me. “Of

I’ll be

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

equal parts warmth and uncertainty. “Good