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, an

pantry full of

in there every day, cooking up some new concoction or

on weight while she

goodie

I’ve hardly used it

more or less. And recently, I’ve had the

she decides to home

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

us being there again…”

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

are. Duh.

reveal that

casual. “I had the guest

love that room? Your own private

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

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

a fight or when she

to butter me up.” Abby’s words are terse, and she

drink.

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

she murmurs. “What do

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

can say anything,

“Karl, we can’t…”

interrupt, taking a sip of my whiskey to

get anything out of

Thought it would

not my

Ouch. Her words sting.

eyes locked

it that I’m really asking of her?

part of my life that’s

that—a desire to show her

again.”

lie. It’s tempting,” she finally murmurs. “But right now, it’s a big ask. Let

the very least.”novelbin

nod, trying to hide the flicker of disappointment that washes over

I’ll be leaving

slides off her stool and puts on her jacket, offering me a

parts warmth and