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.

good,” I sigh, rubbing my

and saunters in again,

about tomorrow’s delivery

look like you could use

my feet in an attempt to make myself look

“I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t notice

where I’m standing.

few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering.

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

the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush

the window, peering out into the dimly lit

and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

“You should

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at least

and Karl sighs. “It’s

you home, okay?”

window for another few moments at the rain, listening as it

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

nap on my desk didn’t really do much

back to face Karl. He’s got

quickly.

…

my office to Karl’s sleek, black

a hint of

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

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

bright signs of late-night diners and convenience

For a moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the health inspectors, the constantly

myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

were having one hell of a dream back

tropical drink, and a server shortage all at

“More like a health inspection nightmare. I

sleep.”

glances over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are

could get compensation somehow.”

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

apartment complex—a red brick

leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look

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

embarrassing.

to the curb and turns off the engine, then

vacation? My offer still stands.

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