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.

again, perching on the edge

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

look like you could use

in an attempt to make myself look more competent

now. “I’m perfectly fine,”

slightly where I’m standing. “What’s

Karl gazes at me

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

room in a feeble attempt to hide the

window, peering out into the dimly lit city street.

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a moment,

to reality. “You should go

fine. I’ll

and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just let

you home, okay?”

few moments at the rain, listening as

h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere

my desk didn’t

finally say, turning back to face Karl. He’s got

it quickly. “Let’s

…

transition from the dim, cramped space of my office to

hint of pine

the windshield as we drive. I’ve always loved

on a stormy night; it’s like something

bright signs

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

myself lost in the rhythmic hum

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

beach, a tropical drink, and

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

sleep.”

at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor

could get compensation somehow.”

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

reach the front of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up

the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that

I almost walked into someone else’s apartment.

embarrassing.

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

you sure you don’t need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool and

and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries