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 need

the doorframe and saunters in again,

delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,”

you could

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

perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that

wavering slightly where

me

long time. And something about it makes my knees just

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the

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

getting late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl

to reality. “You should

shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at least

I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed

you home, okay?”

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

glance at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella

nap on my desk didn’t really do much to cure

back to face Karl. He’s got an

it quickly.

…

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

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

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

stormy night; it’s like something

streets, the bright signs

moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the health inspectors, the constantly

and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

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

a beach, a tropical drink, and

like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I can’t

red brick building with ivy crawling

the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings

first moved here, I almost walked into someone

embarrassing.

the engine, then looks at

a vacation? My offer still stands.

away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot