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.

pushes off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of

had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that

you could use

shake my head, pushing myself up to my feet in

“I’m perfectly fine,” I lie,

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

at me without answering. There’s

long time. And something about

feeble attempt to hide

into the dimly lit city

the kitchen will close

reality. “You should go

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at least

sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just let me

you home, okay?”

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

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

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

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

it quickly.

…

from the dim, cramped space of my office

like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The

the windshield as we drive. I’ve

signs look on a stormy night; it’s like something out of a

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

the weight of my job—the critics, the

in

the silence. “You looked like you were having

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

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

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

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

red brick building with ivy crawling up the

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

almost walked into someone else’s apartment. That

embarrassing.

the engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching my face.

need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool

hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our old