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.

pushes off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered desk.

had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

like you could

myself up to my feet in

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

that I’m wavering slightly where

Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle in

haven’t seen in a very long time.

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the

into the

kitchen will close soon anyway,”

to reality. “You

shrug. “I’ll be fine.

he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night.

you home, okay?”

the window for another few moments at the rain,

glance at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be

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 look on his

quickly. “Let’s

…

dim, cramped space of my

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

bounce off of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always

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

the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners and

of my job—the

I find myself lost in the rhythmic

silence. “You looked like you were

drink, and

“More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape

sleep.”

me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

my words

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

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

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

embarrassing.

off the engine, then looks at me, his eyes

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

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