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

doorframe and saunters in again,

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

like you could

pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt to

than I really feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie,

wavering slightly where

at me without answering. There’s something gentle

time. And something about it makes my knees

room in a feeble

peering out into the dimly lit city street.

getting late and the kitchen will close

reality. “You should go

fine. I’ll at

Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night.

you home, okay?”

out the window for another few moments at

coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to

my nap on my desk didn’t

finally say, turning back to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant

it quickly.

…

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

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

drive. I’ve always loved the city

on a stormy night; it’s like something out of

streets, the bright signs of

moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the

I find myself lost in

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

and a server shortage all

nightmare. I can’t seem to

sleep.”

a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t

could get compensation somehow.”

I reply, my

apartment complex—a red brick building

It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just

almost walked into someone

embarrassing.

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

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

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