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.

sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did

doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge

delivery

could use

my feet in an attempt to make myself

now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping

where

at me without answering. There’s something gentle in

I haven’t seen in a very long time. And something about it makes my knees

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to

into the dimly lit

will close soon

“You

be fine. I’ll at

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

you home, okay?”

another few moments at

glance at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to

didn’t really do much to

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

quickly.

…

the dim, cramped space of my

smells like fresh leather and a hint

windshield as we drive. I’ve always

on a stormy night; it’s like

streets, the bright signs of late-night diners and convenience stores flashing

For a moment, the weight of my job—the

I find myself lost in

breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having

tropical drink, and a

chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even

sleep.”

at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely

could get compensation somehow.”

is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue

red brick building with

leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by

when I first moved here, I almost walked into someone

embarrassing.

up to the curb and turns off the engine, then

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

the hot tub, and all