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 you

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

delivery schedule, but it’s really not

look like you could use

shake my head, pushing myself up to my feet in

“I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t

that I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing. “What’s

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

I haven’t seen in a very long time.

in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping into my

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

late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

“You

be fine.

asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all

you home, okay?”

the window for another few moments at the rain, listening as

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

desk didn’t

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

quickly. “Let’s

…

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

hint of pine air freshener. The

as we drive. I’ve always loved the

the neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s like

signs of late-night diners and convenience stores flashing

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

myself lost in the rhythmic

finally breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there. Was

tropical drink, and a server shortage

I can’t seem to escape the restaurant,

sleep.”

“Well, dreams are just unpaid

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my

my apartment complex—a red brick

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

almost

embarrassing.

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

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

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