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.

sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did you

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

about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not

could use some

head, pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt to

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

that I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing. “What’s

a few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something

a very long time.

the room in a feeble

window, peering out into the dimly lit city street. It’s

will close soon anyway,”

“You

fine. I’ll

Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to

you home, okay?”

for another few moments at the rain, listening as

h ook reveals that my

on my desk didn’t

say, turning back to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on his face,

it quickly.

…

from the dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s

fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city

off of the windshield as we drive. I’ve

the neon signs look on a stormy

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

For a moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the health inspectors, the

in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there.

tropical drink, and a server shortage

chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem

sleep.”

over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are

could get compensation somehow.”

My subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with

red brick building with ivy

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

almost walked into someone else’s

embarrassing.

turns off the engine, then looks

vacation? My offer still stands. Remember

look away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot