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.

saunters in again, perching on

you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

like you could use some rest

my head, pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt to make myself look more

feel right now. “I’m perfectly

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

a few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering.

time. And something about it makes my knees

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush

window, peering out into

close soon anyway,”

reality. “You should go home,

fine. I’ll at

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

you home, okay?”

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

at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to

desk didn’t really do much to cure

turning back to face Karl. He’s got an

quickly.

…

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

hint of

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

the neon signs look on a stormy night;

the streets, the bright signs of

For a moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the health inspectors,

myself lost in

“You looked like you were having one hell

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

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

sleep.”

me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

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

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

to the front door. It’s surrounded by

when I first moved here, I almost walked

embarrassing.

turns off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes

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

remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of