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

in again, perching on the edge

about tomorrow’s delivery schedule,

you could use

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

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

where I’m

gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle

very long time. And something about it

a feeble attempt to hide the

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

the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says

“You should go

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at

nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s

you home, okay?”

another few moments at the rain, listening as it

h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere

nap on my desk didn’t really do much to

to face Karl.

it quickly. “Let’s

…

space of my office to Karl’s sleek,

hint

as we drive. I’ve always loved the city

the neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s like something out

through the streets, the bright signs of

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

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

looked like you were having one hell of a dream back

a tropical drink, and a server shortage all at

like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

working overtime,” I reply, my words

complex—a red brick

set of steps leading to the front door. It’s

first moved here, I almost walked into someone

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then

My offer still stands. Remember the pool

Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the