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

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

delivery schedule, but it’s really not that

could use

feet in an attempt

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

I’m wavering slightly where I’m

gazes at me

seen in a very long time. And something about it makes my

feeble attempt to

out into the dimly lit city street. It’s

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after

to reality. “You should go home,

shrug. “I’ll be fine.

stops raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed

you home, okay?”

at the rain, listening

coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere

desk didn’t

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

quickly.

…

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

hint of pine air freshener. The city lights, made

of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always loved the city in the rain,

neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s

weave through the streets, the bright signs

For a moment, the weight of my

find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

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

beach, a tropical drink, and

a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t

could get compensation somehow.”

subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my

my apartment complex—a red brick building with

door. It’s

first moved here, I almost

embarrassing.

curb and turns off the engine,

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

course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our