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

pushes off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the

delivery

look like you could

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

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

I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing.

moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something

very long time.

room in a feeble attempt to

peering out into the dimly lit city street. It’s pouring

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

“You

“I’ll be fine. I’ll

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

you home, okay?”

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

my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found,

desk didn’t really

turning back to face Karl. He’s

it quickly.

…

my office

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

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

signs look on a stormy

signs of

of my job—the critics, the health inspectors, the

in

were having one hell of a dream back there.

drink, and a server shortage all at

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

sleep.”

dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely

could get compensation somehow.”

working overtime,” I reply, my

apartment complex—a red brick building with

the front door. It’s

moved here, I almost

embarrassing.

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

My offer

pool and the hot