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 you need

again, perching

tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s

could

my feet in an attempt to make myself look more competent

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

I’m wavering slightly where

few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s

very long time. And something about it makes my

room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping into

out into the dimly lit city

it’s getting late and the kitchen will close soon

to reality. “You should go

shrug. “I’ll be fine.

he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night.

you home, okay?”

another few moments at

reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found, and I yawn,

didn’t really do much to cure my

to face Karl. He’s got an

quickly. “Let’s

…

transition from the dim, cramped space of my office

leather and a hint of pine

as we drive. I’ve always loved the city in the rain, especially

on a stormy

bright signs

the weight of my job—the

lost in the rhythmic hum of

looked like you were having

a 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

could get compensation somehow.”

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

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

steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like it.

moved here, I almost walked into someone else’s

embarrassing.

turns off the engine,

you don’t need a vacation? My offer still stands.

I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all