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.

good,” I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did you

saunters in again, perching on the edge of my

for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,”

you could use

feet in an attempt

I really feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t

I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing.

few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s

long time.

cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping into

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

getting late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

to reality. “You

shrug. “I’ll be fine.

asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to

you home, okay?”

few moments at

ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found,

didn’t really do much to

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

it quickly.

…

cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek,

hint of pine air freshener. The city lights,

of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always

on a stormy night; it’s like something

the bright signs of late-night

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

I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

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

a tropical drink, and a server shortage

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

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

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

brick building with ivy

It’s

almost walked into someone else’s apartment. That

embarrassing.

to the curb and turns off the engine, then

vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool and the hot

the pool and the hot tub,