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. “Did you need

saunters in again,

had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s

look like you could

myself up to my feet in

perfectly fine,” I

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

me without answering. There’s something gentle

a very long time. And something about it

feeble attempt to

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

will close

to reality. “You should go home,

fine. I’ll at least wait

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

you home, okay?”

at the rain, listening as it patters against the glass.

my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere

my nap on my desk didn’t really do

Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look

quickly. “Let’s

…

transition from the dim, cramped space of my office to

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

the windshield as we drive. I’ve always

signs look on a stormy night;

bright signs of

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

lost in the rhythmic hum of the car’s

like you were having one hell of a dream back there.

a beach, a tropical drink, and a

inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged

of my apartment complex—a red brick building with

front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings

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

embarrassing.

the engine, then looks at

don’t need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool and the hot

and the hot tub, and all of the