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

in again,

tomorrow’s delivery

look like you could use some

pushing myself up to my feet in

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

wavering slightly where

Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle

in a very long time. And something about it makes my knees

room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping

out into the dimly lit city

late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a

“You should go home,

“I’ll be fine.

stops raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs.

you home, okay?”

for another few moments at

h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to

my desk didn’t really do much to cure my

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

it quickly. “Let’s

…

cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan is

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

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

the neon signs look on a stormy

weave through the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners and convenience stores

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

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

finally breaks the silence. “You looked like you were

a beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage

like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in

sleep.”

“Well, dreams are just unpaid

could get compensation somehow.”

overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with

red brick building with ivy crawling up the

It’s surrounded by other buildings

I almost

embarrassing.

the curb and turns off the engine, then looks

My offer

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