Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 122

“Are you sure?” I ask, stunned. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It’s not an imposition,” the woman assures me. “It’s about time they learn a good lesson. You can’t go around causing trouble and not expect to deal with the consequences.”

Just then, Karl emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes meet mine, questioning. I nod subtly, a smile breaking through my fatigue.

“Karl, these are the parents,” I explain. “They agree with your punishment. Actually, they want to extend it for an entire week.”

Karl grins, extending a hand to each parent. “I appreciate your understanding. Trust me, there’s a lot to be learned in a kitchen. I would know.” He glances at me, winking subtly. My face flushes red, and I avert my gaze to my apron.

“Then it’s settled,” the man says, shaking Karl’s hand firmly.

As the parents walk toward the kitchen, presumably to have a serious chat with their demented offspring, I lean against the bar, suddenly drained but also immeasurably lighter.

Karl leans next to me, his shoulder barely touching mine. “Not what you expected, huh?”

“Not at all,” I say softly, a slight laugh escaping my lips. “But these past couple of days have been chock full of surprises.”

He glances at me, his eyes warm and comforting. “Some surprises are good, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” I murmur, realizing the truth in his words. Maybe it’s the parents owning up to their kids’ behavior, or maybe it’s the simple fact that for once, something has gone right amidst all of this chaos. Whatever it is, I’m grateful. It could have been a lot worse.

The rest of the day is a blur. I feel as though I’m on autopilot, mechanically checking off tasks, my mind drifting. Even when the dinner rush starts and the restaurant fills with the sound of chatter and clattering dishes, I feel detached, like I’m observing it all from a distance.

Karl puts a hand up. “Just… hear me out?”

I’m a bit surprised, and almost consider reiterating my statement. But for some reason, I let him continue.

“Listen,” he says, “I know why you really don’t want to go. I know you’re afraid that it’ll make things complicated, that I’m trying to manipulate you into getting back with me by showing you our old house. But that’s not it.”

He pauses, licking his lips. “I just worry about you, Abby. You work so hard, and it shows. I just want to help you get away for a couple of days, go somewhere familiar and comfortable. Somewhere that’s… not this city.”

Karl’s words throw me for a loop. He looks sincere, and before I can even give myself a chance to really consider it, I find myself nodding as though I’m still on autopilot. It’s almost as though my wolf is slipping through for just a moment, pushing me toward him.

“Okay,” I say, surprising even myself. “I’ll go with you.”