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

the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the

a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule,

could use some rest

feet in an attempt to make myself

right now. “I’m perfectly

slightly where I’m standing.

gazes at me without answering. There’s

a very long time. And something about it

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to

the window, peering out into the dimly lit

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

“You should go

“I’ll be fine. I’ll at least

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

you home, okay?”

at the rain, listening as

ook reveals that my umbrella is

nap on my desk didn’t really

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

it quickly.

…

the dim, cramped space of my office

leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city

as we drive. I’ve always loved

a stormy night; it’s like something out of

the bright signs

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

lost in the rhythmic hum of the

“You looked like you were having one

and a server shortage all at

“More like a health inspection nightmare. I

sleep.”

smirk. “Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

overtime,” I reply, my words tinged

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

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

almost walked

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then

a vacation? My offer still

I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our old home.