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 you need

in again,

question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,”

could use some rest

my feet in an attempt

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

I’m wavering slightly where

moments, Karl gazes at me without answering.

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

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

by the window, peering out into the dimly lit city

close soon anyway,” Karl

reality. “You

fine. I’ll at least

sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all

you home, okay?”

stare out the window for another few moments at the rain, listening as

h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be

on my desk didn’t

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

it quickly. “Let’s

…

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

car smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights,

we drive. I’ve always loved the city in

on a stormy night;

signs of late-night diners and

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

I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there.

beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage

I

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams are

could get compensation somehow.”

my words tinged with

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

of steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded

almost walked into someone else’s

embarrassing.

to the curb and turns off the engine, then looks at

need a vacation? My offer still

look away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of