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.

again,

had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not

look like you could use some

in an attempt to make

owner than I really feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t notice

that I’m wavering slightly where

Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s

seen in a very long time. And something

room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush

peering out into

and the kitchen will close

to reality. “You

“I’ll be fine. I’ll at

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

you home, okay?”

at the rain, listening as

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

desk didn’t really do much to

face Karl.

quickly.

…

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

fresh leather and a hint of pine

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

the neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s

signs of late-night diners and convenience stores flashing

of my job—the critics, the health inspectors,

myself lost in

looked like you were having one hell of a

a tropical drink, and a

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

sleep.”

dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely

could get compensation somehow.”

I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I

complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up the

front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just

almost walked

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his

offer still stands. Remember

the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our old