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

doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of

tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s

like you could use

myself up to my feet in an attempt to

now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that

where I’m standing. “What’s

at me

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

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to

window, peering out into the dimly lit city street.

close soon anyway,” Karl says after

to reality. “You should go home,

“I’ll be fine.

nod, and Karl sighs.

you home, okay?”

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

ook reveals that my umbrella

on my desk didn’t really do much to cure

to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant

it quickly.

…

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

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

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

stormy night; it’s like something out of

the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners and

the weight of my job—the critics,

myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the

like you were having one hell of a dream back there. Was

and a server shortage all

health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem

sleep.”

over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely

could get compensation somehow.”

is working overtime,” I reply, my

brick building with

door. It’s

I first moved here, I almost walked into someone

embarrassing.

turns off the engine, then looks at

a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the

pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of