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 eyes. “Did you

saunters in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered

about tomorrow’s delivery

look like you could

head, pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt to make myself look more competent as

owner than I really feel right now. “I’m perfectly

I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing.

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

time.

feeble attempt to hide

stop by the window, peering out into the dimly lit

the kitchen will close

“You should

fine. I’ll at least wait

and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just let me

you home, okay?”

another few moments at the rain, listening as it

ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to

desk didn’t really do much to

finally say, turning back to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on his face,

quickly.

…

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

smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city

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

signs look on a stormy night; it’s like something out

the streets, the bright signs of

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

lost in the rhythmic hum

like you were having one hell of a

and

nightmare. I can’t seem to escape

sleep.”

over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I can’t

complex—a red brick building with

It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like it.

when I first moved here, I almost walked into someone

embarrassing.

the engine, then looks

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

I remember the pool and the hot