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.

rubbing my eyes. “Did you need

doorframe and saunters in again, perching on

about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not

could use some

up to my feet in an attempt to make

right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t

I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing.

few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s

time. And something about

cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s

peering out into the dimly lit city street. It’s

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

to reality. “You should go home,

be fine. I’ll at least wait

stops raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night.

you home, okay?”

few moments at the rain, listening as

ook reveals that my umbrella

on my desk didn’t really do much

fine,” I finally say, turning back to face Karl. He’s got an

it quickly.

…

transition from the dim, cramped space of my office

leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights,

drive. I’ve always loved the city in

a stormy night; it’s like something

signs of late-night diners and convenience stores flashing

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

find myself lost in the

breaks the silence. “You looked like you were

and a server shortage all

like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t

sleep.”

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 I

complex—a red brick building with

of steps leading to the front door. It’s

I first moved here, I almost walked into

embarrassing.

to the curb and turns off the engine, then looks at

you sure you don’t need a vacation? My offer still

course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of