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.

sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did you need

the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge

for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really

look like you could use

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

feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,”

where

moments, Karl gazes at me

seen in a very long time. And something about

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the

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

it’s getting late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a

to reality. “You should go home,

“I’ll be fine. I’ll at

and Karl sighs.

you home, okay?”

out the window for another few moments at the rain, listening as it patters against the

my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is

nap on my desk didn’t really

to face Karl. He’s

it quickly.

…

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

leather and a hint of pine air

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

look on a stormy night; it’s

the bright signs of late-night diners and

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

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the

like you were having one

drink, and a server shortage

health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words tinged with

apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling

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

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

embarrassing.

the curb and turns off the engine, then looks

need a vacation? My offer

the hot tub, and all of the