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

doorframe and saunters in again,

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

you could use

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

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

that I’m wavering slightly where

me without answering.

a very long time. And something about it makes

feeble attempt to hide the

out into

and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after

“You

fine. I’ll

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

you home, okay?”

for another few moments at

ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found, and I

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

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

it quickly.

…

from the dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek,

The car smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights, made blurry

we drive. I’ve always loved the city

the neon signs look on a stormy

through the streets, the bright signs of late-night

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

in

breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having one

and

I can’t seem to

sleep.”

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

could get compensation somehow.”

reply, my words

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

steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like

I almost walked

embarrassing.

and turns off the engine, then looks at me, his

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

and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of