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.

sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did

in again, perching on the

delivery schedule, but it’s really

could use

pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt

right now. “I’m perfectly

I’m wavering slightly where I’m

moments, Karl gazes at me without

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

the room in a feeble attempt

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

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after

reality. “You should go

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at least

and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed

you home, okay?”

another few moments at the rain, listening

reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be

didn’t really do much to

Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant

quickly. “Let’s

…

of my office to Karl’s

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

of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always loved the city in

a stormy night; it’s like something

signs of late-night diners and convenience stores flashing

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

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the

“You looked like you were having one hell of

drink, and a server

a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in

sleep.”

“Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

my words tinged with a fatigue I

red brick building with ivy crawling up

of steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded

almost walked into someone else’s apartment.

embarrassing.

the curb and turns off the engine,

My offer still stands.

course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of