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.

my eyes. “Did you

and saunters in again,

you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

look like you could use some

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

right now. “I’m perfectly fine,”

slightly where I’m standing. “What’s

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

a very long time.

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

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

close soon anyway,” Karl

to reality. “You

be fine. I’ll at least

he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs.

you home, okay?”

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

my umbrella is nowhere

my nap on my desk didn’t really

Karl. He’s got an

quickly.

…

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

and a hint of

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

look on a stormy

weave through the streets, the bright signs

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

myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there.

a beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage

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

sleep.”

smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor

could get compensation somehow.”

overtime,” I reply, my words tinged

of my apartment complex—a red brick building

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

when I first moved here, I almost walked into someone else’s apartment.

embarrassing.

the engine, then looks at me, his

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

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