Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 370

Abby

I sink into the warm, fragrant bath, the spa items Karl left for me creating a soothing oasis in the spacious bathroom.

As I relax into the water, I let out a contented sigh. It’s been a while since I’ve had a moment like this, away from the constant buzz of the city. Already, my body feels more at ease. All I can hear through the open window are the sounds of the countryside; no sirens, no people, nothing. Just birds and the breeze.

For a moment, it feels just like it did all those years ago. I used to spend hours in this bathroom, soaking in the claw foot tub, reading and doing skincare. It was how I coped with my stress, most of which came from our marriage.

But I won’t think about that right now.

With the murder mystery book propped up on a small stand nearby, I lose myself in its pages, the tension of the storyline pulling me in. It’s a welcome escape from the chaos of the past week, and before I know it I’m not thinking about anything else at all.

Time seems to slip away as I read, the warm water and calming scents of the lavender and lilac bath salts lulling me into a state of tranquility. Eventually, I emerge from the bath, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

I wrap myself in a plush robe and make my way back to the bedroom. I dig through my bag in search of an outfit, but quickly realize that everything I’ve packed is loungewear. I guess, in my frenzied state this morning, I wasn’t thinking clearly.

With a sigh, I head over to the closet where some of my old clothes still reside. I find a zippered case on the floor with some old clothes and grab a comfortable dress and a sweater since it’s chilly out. It still suits me, but not as much as it used to.

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As I walk into town, I’m met with the quaint storefronts and vibrant scenery that I almost forgot about. Nothing has changed, really. The main market street is lined with cute shops, restaurants, and cafes.

There are some new shops that I don’t recognize, and there are more people now than there used to be, but I like it. Bringing more tourism and residents to the pack was always one of Karl’s priorities, and after all these years, it finally seems to be paying off.

My first stop is a local coffee shop, where the scent of freshly brewed coffee draws me in. I step inside and place my order, and the barista doesn’t bat an eye at my presence. The mask must be working, even in this small down.