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.

my eyes. “Did

in again, perching

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

could use some

my feet in an attempt to make myself look more competent

now. “I’m perfectly

wavering slightly where

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 blush that’s creeping into

the window, peering out into the dimly

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

“You

fine. I’ll at

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

you home, okay?”

out the window for another few moments at

that my umbrella is nowhere

didn’t really do much

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

it quickly. “Let’s

…

of my office

car smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener.

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

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

the bright signs of late-night diners and convenience stores

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

find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of

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

and a server shortage all at

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

sleep.”

dreams are just unpaid labor then,

could get compensation somehow.”

working overtime,” I reply, my

of my apartment complex—a red brick building

It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like

moved here, I almost walked into someone

embarrassing.

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

need a vacation? My offer still stands. Remember the pool and

look away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub, and all of the luxuries of our