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

saunters in again, perching on the edge of my

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

could use some

shake my head, pushing myself up to my feet in

“I’m perfectly fine,” I

slightly where I’m standing. “What’s

me without answering.

seen in a very long time. And something about it

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

into the dimly

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

to reality. “You

be fine.

nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed

you home, okay?”

moments at the rain, listening as it patters against the

that my umbrella is nowhere to be found, and I yawn,

didn’t

say, turning back to face Karl. He’s

it quickly. “Let’s

…

the dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan is an

hint of pine air freshener.

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

look on a stormy night; it’s like

weave through the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners

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

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic

the silence. “You looked like you were having

and a server shortage all at

inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

my words tinged with a fatigue I

my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy

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

moved here, I almost walked into someone else’s apartment.

embarrassing.

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

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

I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our old home.