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.

good,” I sigh, rubbing my

doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered desk.

question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,” he

could use

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

perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that

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

moments, Karl gazes at me without answering.

haven’t seen in a very long time. And something

bit weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping into

out into

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

“You should go home,

be fine. I’ll at least

sighs. “It’s supposed to rain

you home, okay?”

at the rain, listening as it patters against the

my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is

didn’t really do much to cure my

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

it quickly.

…

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

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

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

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

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

blur. For a moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the

I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

looked like you were having one hell of a dream back

tropical drink, and

like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape

sleep.”

at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams

could get compensation somehow.”

overtime,” I reply, my words

the front of my apartment complex—a red brick building

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

I almost walked

embarrassing.

curb and turns off the engine, then looks at me,

you sure you don’t need a vacation? My offer still

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