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.

doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of my

a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,”

you could use

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

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

wavering slightly where

a few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle in

seen in a very long time. And something about it makes my knees just

feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping

the window, peering out into the dimly lit city

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a moment, snapping

reality. “You should go

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at least wait

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

you home, okay?”

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

reveals that my umbrella is nowhere

my desk didn’t really do much to cure

turning back to face Karl. He’s got an almost

it quickly. “Let’s

…

cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek,

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

as we drive. I’ve always loved the city in

on a stormy night;

bright signs of late-night diners and

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

and I find myself lost in the

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

beach, a tropical drink, and a

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

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams

could get compensation somehow.”

working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue

reach the front of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up the sides and

steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like it.

almost walked into

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then looks

offer still stands.

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