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.

good,” I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did

off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the

question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule,

look like you could use some

my head, pushing myself up to my feet in

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

I’m wavering slightly where I’m

at me without answering. There’s something gentle in his

I haven’t seen in a very long time.

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide

the window, peering out into the dimly

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

“You should go

fine.

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

you home, okay?”

for another few moments at the rain, listening

ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found, and

my nap on my desk didn’t

to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on his face,

it quickly. “Let’s

…

of my office

car smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air

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

a stormy night; it’s like something out of

the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners

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

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the

you were having

a beach, a tropical drink, and

I

sleep.”

smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then,

could get compensation somehow.”

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

red brick building with ivy crawling up

leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings

here, I almost walked into

embarrassing.

engine,

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

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