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

the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge

a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule,

like you could use

in an attempt to make myself

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

that I’m wavering slightly where

few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle in his

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

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

stop by the window, peering out into the dimly lit

close soon

to reality. “You should go

be fine. I’ll at

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

you home, okay?”

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

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

didn’t really do much to

Karl. He’s got an

it quickly. “Let’s

…

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

fresh leather and a hint of

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

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

signs of

of my job—the critics, the health inspectors, the

and I find myself lost in the

finally breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of a dream

beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage

chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t

sleep.”

“Well, dreams

could get compensation somehow.”

I reply, my words tinged

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

It’s surrounded by other buildings that

first moved here, I almost walked

embarrassing.

curb and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching my face.

sure you don’t need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool and the hot

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