Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 116
Abby

My apartment door shuts behind me with a satisfying click after a long day of being away from home.

With a sigh, I throw my bag on the couch, and flop down beside it.

But it’s not long before I’m on my feet again, pacing my apartment floor as I chew on my lower lip.

Karl’s proposition still lingers in my mind: going with him to the pack? To our old home?

My first instinct screams at me to not go, of course. To return to our old home together? How is that not

a recipe for disaster?

As I finally decide to pour myself a glass of wine to calm my frayed nerves, I think to myself that right

now, I really do have it all. A successful career, friends who love me, and the cook-off coming up. Why

throw a wrench into it by letting Karl back into my life in that way? We’re doing just fine as friends,

keeping everything at arm’s length between us. There’s no need for it to become more than that.

But then, there’s still a tiny sliver of myself that almost considers going with him. My life was once

entwined with his, after all. The long talks in our garden at sunset, the joy of cooking in a kitchen I had

designed myself.

But that was a lifetime ago.

I take a sip of wine, letting the bitter flavor linger on my tongue before swallowing. “Tomorrow,” I

resolve, “I’ll tell him I can’t go. It’s for the best.”

…

The scent of freshly brewed coffee greets me the moment I walk into the restaurant. It’s comforting and

slightly bittersweet, but also unexpected. I should be the only one here right now, and I didn’t see

Ethan’s car on the way in; but I’ve hardly made it halfway through the door when Karl suddenly steps

sight,

eyes searching mine for something—confirmation, maybe,

reassurance.

I reply cautiously.

lopsided grin, holding the cup out to

sweet and light, just the

“You’re trying to butter me

surprisingly

I say, letting a slightly serious tone take over my voice. “And actually, I’ve thought about it.

come with you. It’s not a good idea… for multiple

his eyes is

nods.

change my mind. Just those two words: “I understand.” I

times I’ve heard

myself saying. “You’re not gonna try to convince me

anyway?”

taking a step back. “It’s your decision whether you go

little time off.

standing here, coffee cup in hand, my eyes wide with shock.

was to assume that he had ulterior motives behind

if that was ever the

…

dart to the clock again—2:37 p.m., the post-lunch lull when the restaurant can

for a brief moment before

crises to deal with, I decide to leave the sanctuary of my

walk around the floor. But as I do, I notice Karl talking with

amicably. My first instinct is to

to lighten the mood as I suspect that the conversation

just out of their line of sight but close

Karl asks. His voice

when talking to a pretty

just

pound of pasta a day for the rest of my life and

“Ah, a woman after my own heart. Have you tried

“It’s the best dish on the menu, in my

dishes like that.”

I can hear the

it makes my heart wander