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

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

could use some rest

head, pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt

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

slightly where I’m

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

haven’t seen in a very long time. And something

room in a feeble attempt to hide the

stop by the window, peering out into the dimly lit city street.

close soon anyway,” Karl says

reality. “You should go home,

be fine. I’ll

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

you home, okay?”

another few moments at the rain,

my

didn’t really do much

to face Karl. He’s got an almost

it quickly.

…

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

a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights,

we drive. I’ve always loved the

stormy night; it’s like something out of

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

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

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the

you were

beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage

nightmare. I

sleep.”

at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams

could get compensation somehow.”

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

reach the front of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy

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

here, I almost walked into

embarrassing.

the curb and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his

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

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