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. “Did you

the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge

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

like you could use some

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

perfectly

wavering slightly where I’m

me without answering. There’s something gentle in his

time.

in a feeble

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

the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after

“You should

be fine. I’ll at least

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

you home, okay?”

few moments at the rain, listening as it patters against the

h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be

on my desk didn’t

face Karl. He’s got an

it quickly.

…

my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan

fresh leather and a hint of pine

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

the neon signs look on a stormy

the bright signs of

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

find myself lost in

the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of

a beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage all

I can’t seem to escape the

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my

reach the front of my apartment complex—a red brick

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

almost walked into someone else’s

embarrassing.

off the engine, then looks at

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

and the hot tub, and all