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.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did

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 important,”

could

my head, pushing myself up to my feet in an

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

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

a few moments, Karl gazes at me without

long time. And something about it makes my knees just

bit weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the

by the window, peering out into the dimly lit city street. It’s

late and the kitchen will close soon

reality. “You should go home,

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at least wait

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

you home, okay?”

moments at the

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

nap on my desk didn’t really

finally say, turning back to face Karl.

quickly.

…

my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan is an

The car smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air

of the windshield as we drive.

a stormy night; it’s like something out

bright signs of late-night diners and convenience

a moment, the weight of my

in the rhythmic hum of

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

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

I can’t seem to escape the

sleep.”

at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are

could get compensation somehow.”

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

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

steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look

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

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then

My offer

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