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

again, perching

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

could use some rest

up to my feet in an attempt to make myself look more

feel right now. “I’m perfectly

I’m wavering slightly where

me without answering. There’s

in a very long time. And something about

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

stop by the window, peering out into the dimly

and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

“You

“I’ll be fine. I’ll at least

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

you home, okay?”

at the rain, listening as it patters against the glass.

my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella

my desk didn’t really do

face Karl. He’s got an almost

quickly. “Let’s

…

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

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

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

on a stormy

streets, the bright signs of

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

in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

like you were having one hell of a dream back

a tropical drink, and a server

a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape

sleep.”

at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged with

of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up the

door. It’s surrounded by

I first moved here, I almost

embarrassing.

turns off the engine, then looks

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

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