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.

pushes off the doorframe and saunters in again,

about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really

look like you could use some

pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt to make myself

now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that

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

me without answering.

long time. And something about it makes my knees just

room in a feeble attempt to hide

stop by the window, peering out into the dimly lit city street.

and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

“You should go home,

fine. I’ll at

sighs. “It’s supposed to

you home, okay?”

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

my umbrella

nap on my desk didn’t really do much to cure

turning back to face Karl. He’s got an

it quickly. “Let’s

…

space of my

and a hint of

rain, bounce off of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always loved the city in the

look on a stormy night; it’s

the bright signs of late-night diners and

the weight of my job—the critics,

and I find myself lost in

“You looked like you were having one hell of a

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

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

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

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

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

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

almost walked into someone else’s

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then looks

a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember

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