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

saunters in again, perching on the

about tomorrow’s delivery

like you could use some

up to my feet in

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

I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing. “What’s your

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

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

bit weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush

into the dimly lit city street. It’s pouring

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a moment, snapping

to reality. “You should

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll

stops raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just let me

you home, okay?”

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

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

nap on my desk didn’t really do much to cure my

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

quickly. “Let’s

…

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

leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The

we drive. I’ve always

signs look on a stormy night; it’s like

the bright signs of late-night diners and convenience

the weight of my job—the

find myself lost in the rhythmic

you were having one hell of a

beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage all at

chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I

sleep.”

me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t

could get compensation somehow.”

working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged

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

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

almost walked into

embarrassing.

engine,

vacation? My offer still stands.

the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our