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

off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on

tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

look like you could use some rest

up to my feet in an attempt

than I really feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I

I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing.

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

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

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide

out into the dimly lit city street. It’s pouring

the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after

reality. “You should go

be fine.

I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed

you home, okay?”

at the

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

my desk didn’t really do much to cure my

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

it quickly.

…

dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s

and a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights, made blurry

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

the neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s

the streets, the bright signs of

the weight of my job—the

in the rhythmic hum of the

were having one hell of a

beach, a tropical drink, and a server

“More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t

sleep.”

me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then,

could get compensation somehow.”

my words tinged with a fatigue

apartment complex—a red brick

of steps leading to the front door. It’s

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

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then

you don’t need a vacation? My offer still

look away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our old home.