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.

in again,

had a question for 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 competent as

now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t

where I’m standing. “What’s

a few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something

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

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

stop by the window, peering out into

close soon anyway,”

“You should go

fine. I’ll

nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just let

you home, okay?”

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

my umbrella is nowhere to be found, and I

on my desk didn’t

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

it quickly.

…

dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan is

hint of pine air

windshield as we drive. I’ve always loved

stormy night; it’s like something out of a

the bright signs of late-night

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

myself lost in

you were having one hell

tropical drink, and a server

I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in

sleep.”

“Well, dreams are

could get compensation somehow.”

overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with

red brick

door. It’s surrounded

almost

embarrassing.

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

offer still stands. Remember the pool and

look away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries