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

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

about tomorrow’s delivery schedule,

like you could

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

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

that I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing. “What’s

moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle in

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

weak. I cross the room in a feeble

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

kitchen will close soon anyway,”

to reality. “You should

fine.

and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed

you home, okay?”

another few moments at the rain, listening

h ook reveals that my

my desk didn’t really do much to cure

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

quickly. “Let’s

…

transition from the dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek,

like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights, made

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

signs look on a stormy night; it’s like

signs of late-night diners

the weight of my job—the critics, the health

in the

like you were having one hell

tropical drink, and a

inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even

sleep.”

glances over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t

could get compensation somehow.”

overtime,” I reply, my words tinged

reach the front of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up

door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look

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

embarrassing.

the engine, then looks at

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

and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries