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. “Did you

in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered

a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s

look like you could

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

right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping

that I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing. “What’s

Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s

in a very long time. And something

weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush

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

the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a

to reality. “You should go

be fine. I’ll at least wait

sighs. “It’s supposed to rain

you home, okay?”

moments at the rain, listening

ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found,

on my desk didn’t really do much to

say, turning back to face Karl. He’s got

it quickly. “Let’s

…

cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek,

car smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights, made blurry

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

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

the bright signs of late-night diners and

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

find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

like you were having one hell of a dream

tropical drink, and a server shortage all at

nightmare. I can’t seem to escape

sleep.”

“Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged with a fatigue

red brick

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

moved here, I almost walked into

embarrassing.

to the curb and turns off the engine,

sure you don’t need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool and the hot

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