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.

rubbing my

pushes off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching

a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s

could use some

up to my feet in an attempt to make myself look

now. “I’m perfectly

wavering slightly where I’m

gazes at me without answering.

long time. And

bit weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping into

the window, peering out into the dimly lit

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a

reality. “You

fine. I’ll

and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just

you home, okay?”

another few moments at the rain, listening as it patters

my umbrella is nowhere to be

on my desk didn’t really do much to cure

back to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on

quickly.

…

cramped space of my office to Karl’s

leather and a hint

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

look on a stormy night; it’s

weave through the streets, the bright signs of

the weight of my job—the

myself lost in

breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having one

and a server shortage all

inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape

sleep.”

me with a smirk. “Well, dreams

could get compensation somehow.”

is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with

brick building with ivy crawling up

to the front door. It’s surrounded by

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

embarrassing.

up to the curb and turns off the engine, then

My offer still stands. Remember

I remember the pool and the hot tub, and