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.

my

the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered desk.

you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule,

could use some rest

to my feet in an attempt to make myself look more competent

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

where I’m

Karl gazes at me

haven’t seen in a very long time. And something

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush

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

and the kitchen will close

“You should

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at

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

you home, okay?”

moments at the rain, listening as

ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found, and

my nap on my desk didn’t really do much

Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on

it quickly. “Let’s

…

cramped space of my office

and a hint of pine air freshener. The city

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

look on a stormy night; it’s

signs of late-night diners and

For a moment, the weight of my job—the

lost in the rhythmic hum of the

breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having

drink, and a server shortage all at

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

sleep.”

with a smirk. “Well, dreams

could get compensation somehow.”

my words tinged with a

complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up the sides and

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

when I first moved here, I almost walked into someone

embarrassing.

the engine,

My offer still

pool and the hot tub, and all of the