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

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

delivery schedule, but

like you could use

pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt

“I’m perfectly fine,” I

slightly where I’m standing.

moments, Karl gazes at me without answering.

a very long time. And something about it

cross the room in a feeble attempt to

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

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

reality. “You should

fine. I’ll at least

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

you home, okay?”

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

h ook reveals that my umbrella is

my nap on my desk didn’t really

to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look

quickly. “Let’s

…

cramped space of my office to

a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights,

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

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

through the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners and convenience

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

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

were

a tropical drink, and a server

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

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my

red brick building with ivy crawling

the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that

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

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then looks at me,

My offer still stands. Remember the pool and the

course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our old