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

again, perching on the edge of my cluttered

for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

could use some rest

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

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

wavering slightly where I’m standing. “What’s your

at me without answering. There’s something gentle in his

in a very long time. And something

bit weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping into my

peering out into

kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a moment,

“You should

be fine. I’ll at least wait

I nod, and Karl sighs.

you home, okay?”

for another few moments at the

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

desk didn’t really

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

quickly. “Let’s

…

dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan is

car smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine

drive. I’ve always

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

weave through the streets, the bright signs

the weight of my

and I find myself lost in

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

drink, and a server

chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I

sleep.”

“Well, dreams are just

could get compensation somehow.”

subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I

of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling

door. It’s

I first moved here, I almost walked

embarrassing.

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

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

and the hot