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.

rubbing my eyes.

in again,

question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule,

like you could use some rest

in

now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I

where I’m standing.

a few moments, Karl gazes at me without

I haven’t seen in a very long time. And something about it makes my

room in a feeble attempt

out into the dimly lit city street. It’s pouring

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

“You should

fine. I’ll

sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night.

you home, okay?”

window for another few moments at the rain, listening

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

didn’t really do much to

face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on his

quickly.

…

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

smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine

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

neon signs look on a stormy night;

bright signs of late-night diners and

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

I find myself lost in

silence. “You looked like you were having one

tropical drink, and a server

a health inspection nightmare. I can’t

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid

could get compensation somehow.”

subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged

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

It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like it.

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

embarrassing.

pulls up to the curb and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching my

vacation? My offer still stands. Remember

look away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our