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.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did

pushes off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the

for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

like you could

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

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

that I’m wavering slightly where

me without answering.

a very long time. And something about it makes

the room in a feeble attempt to hide

out into the dimly lit

getting late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says

reality. “You should

fine. I’ll at least wait

and Karl sighs. “It’s

you home, okay?”

another few moments at the rain, listening

my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found, and I yawn,

nap on my desk didn’t really do much

face Karl. He’s got

quickly. “Let’s

…

cramped space of my office to Karl’s

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

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

a stormy night; it’s like something out of a

bright signs of late-night diners and convenience stores flashing

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

in the

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

drink, and a

nightmare. I can’t seem to escape

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words

complex—a red brick

set of steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other

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

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching my face.

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

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