Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 434

Abby

The crisp morning air stings my cheeks as Karl and I look at each other. I hate the fact that the sight of his muscular body, glistening in the morning sun, makes my face feel hot; but at least I can blame it on the cold.

“Um… Sure,” I finally say, agreeing to run with him. I don’t really want to see him right now after what happened at the party, but at the same time, I do. The emotions roiling inside of me are confusing, to say the least, and I hate myself for it.

“Cool.”

Karl, shirtless and seemingly unaffected by the cold this morning, leads the way. His lean muscles flex with each stride, and his breath forms clouds in the chilly air. We run side by side, the rhythm of our footsteps echoing in the quiet morning.

For a little while, neither of us speaks. The scenery passes by—lots of empty fields, towering trees, and the occasional cottage. It seems as though everyone has decorated for the holidays already, and the quaint little houses are adorned with garlands and colorful lights.

I can see someone’s Christmas tree through their window as we jog past one house, and for a moment, I can’t help but think about my poor little apartment back in the city, dark and empty and devoid of any festive decorations.

But the holidays aren’t the only thing on my mind.

I keep thinking back to my deal with Karl, and the promises he made—particularly the promise regarding my infertility. He mentioned some special treatments, some doctor who might be able to help me. I hate to say it, but I’m intrigued.

Having a child has always been a dream of mine, and I hope that the dream won’t be crushed yet again, which is why I’m hesitant to let Karl get my hopes up.

“Hey, Karl?” I finally muster up the courage to break the silence.

“Hm?” Karl asks, glancing at me. He seems completely unfazed by our run; he’s barely even out of breath.

I swallow, my own breaths coming out in short bursts. I haven’t had the chance to run very much over the past few years, so my body isn’t quite used to this. “I need to know more about this doctor you’ve been speaking to.”

He glances at me, his deep brown eyes looking like golden pools of honey in the bright morning sun, made even more bright as it reflects off of the brilliant white snow. “I thought you might say that,” he says, keeping pace effortlessly. “I’ve been talking to Dr. Armitage.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Dr. Armitage?” I ask. “I’ve never heard of him.”

Karl chuckles, and it's a warm, familiar sound that admittedly makes me blush a bit. I quickly look away so he can’t tell. “I’m going to be honest with you, Abby,” Karl says. “He’s… not your typical doctor, for lack of a better word. Some might even call him a bit of a quack.”

I frown. A quack doctor? That’s not exactly reassuring. “What kind of treatments does he offer?” I ask, hoping for some sort of clarification.