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 eyes. “Did you need

again,

delivery schedule, but it’s really not

look like you could use

my feet in an attempt to make myself

right now. “I’m perfectly

that I’m wavering slightly where I’m

Karl gazes at me without

a very long time. And something about it makes

bit weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt

by the window, peering out into the

it’s getting late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

to reality. “You should

“I’ll be fine.

stops raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs.

you home, okay?”

stare out the window for another few moments at

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

on my desk didn’t really do much to

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

quickly. “Let’s

…

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

leather and a hint of pine air freshener.

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

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

bright signs of late-night diners and

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

I find myself lost in the

looked like you were having

a tropical drink, and a server shortage

chuckle. “More like a health 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 they? Surely

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged with a

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

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

here, I almost walked

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine,

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

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