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

in again, perching on

delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,”

look like you could use some rest

myself up to my feet in an attempt to make myself

right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I

where I’m

few moments, Karl gazes at me

time. And

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

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

the kitchen will close

“You should

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

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

you home, okay?”

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

coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere

on my desk didn’t really do much

Karl.

it quickly.

…

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

hint of pine air freshener. The city lights,

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

neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s

streets, the bright signs of late-night diners

a moment, the weight of my job—the critics,

lost in the rhythmic hum of the

finally breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell

beach, a tropical drink, and a

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

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

I reply, my

brick building with ivy crawling

It’s surrounded by other

I almost

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then looks at

My offer still

I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our old home.