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.

in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered

tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s

like you could use

shake my head, pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt to make myself look more competent

feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,”

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

gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle

that I haven’t seen in a very long time. And something about it makes my knees

the room in a feeble

out into the dimly lit city

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

“You should

fine.

raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just let

you home, okay?”

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

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

on my desk didn’t really do much to cure

back to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on

it quickly. “Let’s

…

transition from the dim, cramped space of my

like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener.

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

signs look on a stormy night;

the streets, the bright signs

a moment, the weight of my job—the

I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the

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

and a server shortage

inspection nightmare. I can’t seem

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue

red brick building with

of steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings

I almost walked

embarrassing.

engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching my face.

offer still stands. Remember the

the pool and the hot tub, and all