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

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

had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

look like you could use

in an attempt

“I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t notice

where I’m

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

seen in a very long time. And

a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping into my

by the window, peering out into the dimly lit city street.

close

to reality. “You should go

be fine. I’ll at least

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

you home, okay?”

stare out the window for another few moments at the rain,

my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella

my nap on my desk didn’t really

say, turning back to face Karl. He’s

it quickly.

…

space of my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan is

smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The

windshield as we drive. I’ve

stormy night; it’s like something out of a

the bright signs of late-night diners

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

lost in the rhythmic

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

and a server shortage all at

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

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid

could get compensation somehow.”

My subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I can’t

brick building with ivy crawling up the sides

door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like

almost walked into

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching my face.

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

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