Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 78: A Little Vacation
Abby

My eyes snap open to discover that someone, in the span of what feels like five minutes, my office has

grown dark. There’s a hand on my shoulder, and an all-too-familiar face—with a smirk on it, of course—

staring down at me.

“Sleepy?” Karl asks, his lips twitching into a grin.

I shake my head and sit up, trying to regain a sense of reality. The glare of the desk lamp sca tters

across stacks of invoices and order forms, casting a dim amber glow over everything.

“No,” I lie, looking away as Karl crosses the room back to the doorway. “I was just putting my head

down for a few minutes.”

A quick glance at the clock reveals that it’s almost eight o’clock, and considering the fact that it’s a

Wednesday, the restaurant is already mostly quiet. Through my half-open office door, I can just barely

make out the faint sound of sc at tered voices and silverware on plates from the few customers who are

still hanging around, post-dinner rush.

Karl laughs and leans against the doorframe. “Sure. And what looks like drool on your cheek must just

be condensation or something, right?”

Drool? I swipe my cheek with the back of my hand and sure enough, it comes away wet. Great.

“Okay, you go me,” I mutter, smoothing down my messy hair. “This morning was hectic, and I didn’t

sleep too well last night…”

Karl shrugs. “Don’t sweat it,” he assures me. “In fact, you’ll be happy to know that after the health

inspector left, everything else went smoothly. No more food critics, no sick servers, no arguing

employees.”

I force a half-smile. So word really does travel fast; or rather, Karl is more attuned to the drama than I

thought. I never mentioned the sick servers and arguing employees to anyone, but someone must have

noticed.

my eyes.

off the doorframe and saunters in again,

about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

look like you could use

feet in an attempt to make myself

owner than I really feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t notice

wavering slightly where

Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle in

very long time. And something about

a feeble attempt to

peering out into the dimly lit city

getting late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,”

reality. “You

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll

I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just

you home, okay?”

the window for another few moments at the rain, listening as it

my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is

nap on my desk didn’t really do much to cure

fine,” I finally say, turning back to face Karl. He’s got an

it quickly.

…

dim, cramped space of my office

smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine

the windshield as we drive. I’ve always loved the

signs look on a stormy night; it’s

through the streets, the bright signs of late-night

For a moment, the weight of my

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic

the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there. Was

beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage all

nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in

sleep.”

glances over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged with a fatigue

front of my apartment complex—a red brick building with

front door. It’s surrounded by other

when I first moved here, I almost walked into someone else’s

embarrassing.

engine, then looks at me,

sure you don’t need a vacation? My offer still

the pool and the hot