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.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did

doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered

had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery

you could use some rest

feet in an attempt to make myself look more competent as

really feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping

that I’m wavering slightly where

me without answering. There’s something gentle in his

haven’t seen in a very long time. And something about it makes

bit weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush

into

close soon anyway,” Karl says after a

to reality. “You should go

be fine.

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 patters against the

at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found,

didn’t really do much

back to face Karl. He’s got an

quickly.

…

of my office

a hint of pine air freshener. The city

bounce off of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always

stormy night;

the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners and

For a moment, the weight of my job—the

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of

drink, and a server shortage all

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

sleep.”

dreams

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I can’t

apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up the sides

of steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like

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

embarrassing.

pulls up to the curb and turns off the engine, then looks

don’t need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember

Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the