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.

sigh, rubbing my

again, perching on the

for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule,

you could use some rest

myself up to my feet in an attempt to make myself look

perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t notice

where I’m standing.

gazes at me without

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

feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping

out into the dimly lit city street.

late and the kitchen will close

“You should go home,

fine. I’ll at

stops raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to

you home, okay?”

another few moments at

my umbrella is nowhere to be found,

on my desk didn’t really do much to

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

it quickly. “Let’s

…

cramped space of my office

and a hint of pine air freshener.

off of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always

stormy

signs

weight of

lost in

breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having

a beach, a tropical drink, and

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

sleep.”

with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then,

could get compensation somehow.”

my words tinged with a

of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy

front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just

moved here, I almost walked into someone else’s apartment. That

embarrassing.

off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching my

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

and the hot tub,