Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0123
Karl

The sun is barely hovering above the h orizon as I pull up in front of Abby’s apartment building on

Friday morning.

I can’t help but smile as I think about the day ahead of us. My black car idles, the hum of its engine

drowned out by the pop song playing on the radio—a song I can easily imagine Abby singing along to,

although I don’t personally care for that kind of music myself.

With a deep breath, I turn off the engine and grab the to-go cup of her favorite coffee from the cup

holder.

She opens the door almost as soon as I knock, as though she was standing there, waiting. There’s a

look in her eyes that makes it seem as though she’s still on the fence about going. But the second her

eyes meet mine, the tension in her shoulders eases. Just a bit.

“Good morning,” I greet, handing her the coffee. “Figured you could use this.”

She grins, taking a sip immediately. “You read my mind.”

There’s a slight silence for a few moments. My eyes scan the inside of her apartment, where a bag sits

on the floor behind her; it’s packed haphazardly, no doubt. She’s never been the neatest traveler.

“Oh, one more thing,” she says before I can say anything. She slips her phone out of her pocket and

begins tapping furiously on the screen while her coffee cup balances precariously in the crook of her

“I have

tching both the

enjoy your time off,

stare of hers, but finally relaxes and lets out

“You’re right.”

The

warm amber glow. I plug in my phone and shuffle

long drive

says, her fingers nervously tapping on

of a nostalgic song—one that played at our wedding—fill

shaking her head.

it’s a classic,” I defend, bobbing my head to

a smile, but it quickly fades. I watch from my peripherals as

her

song, ever so

been riding in comfortable silence for about half

off the

place?”

spotting the outline of an old,

“Ah, the Woodpecker Inn,” I say, a smile forming on my own face. “We

than once.”

pauses, her voice taking on a more nostalgic tone. “You proposed to me there, didn’t

smirk, shaking my head. “Your memory is betraying you.

city. What was it called—La

me a sideways look. “Karl, you’ve got it all wrong. You proposed at the Woodpecker

the fireplace where

off momentarily, leaving space where our memories

Inn… I try not to think about it, because if I do,

car off the road.