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

and saunters in again,

had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that

look like you could use some

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

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

where

me without answering. There’s something gentle

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

a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s

stop by the window, peering out into the dimly lit city

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a moment, snapping

reality. “You should

“I’ll be fine. I’ll at least wait

sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all

you home, okay?”

at the rain, listening as it patters against

at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere

my desk didn’t really do much

Karl.

it quickly. “Let’s

…

of my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan is

smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The

drive. I’ve always loved the

a stormy night; it’s like something out of a

the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners

moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the health

I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

like you were having one hell of a dream back

a beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage

nightmare. I can’t seem to

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with

red brick building with ivy crawling up the sides and

front door. It’s surrounded by

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

embarrassing.

curb and turns off the engine, then

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

the hot tub, and all of