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

the doorframe and saunters in again, perching

about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not

look like you could use some

pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt to

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

wavering slightly where

few moments, Karl gazes at me

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

a feeble attempt to hide the

peering out into the dimly lit city

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

to reality. “You should go

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

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

you home, okay?”

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

that my umbrella

desk didn’t really

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

quickly.

…

my office to

hint of pine air freshener. The

we drive. I’ve always loved the city in

neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s

the bright signs of late-night diners and convenience stores

a blur. For a moment, the weight of

in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

you were having one hell of a dream back

tropical drink, and

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

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

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

brick

It’s surrounded by other

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

embarrassing.

to the curb and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes

need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool and the

and the hot