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

in again, perching on the

tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,”

could use some

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

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

slightly where I’m standing. “What’s

at me without

long time. And

a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s

into

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

to reality. “You should

shrug. “I’ll be fine.

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

you home, okay?”

at the rain, listening as it

glance at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is

desk didn’t really do much to cure my

to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on his face,

it quickly. “Let’s

…

space of my

leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city

we drive. I’ve always loved

look on a stormy night; it’s like

bright signs of late-night diners and convenience stores

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

lost in the rhythmic hum

like you were having one

drink, and a server

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

sleep.”

“Well, dreams

could get compensation somehow.”

subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words

red brick building with ivy crawling up the

It’s surrounded by other buildings that

I first moved here, I almost walked into

embarrassing.

the curb and turns off the engine, then looks

offer still stands. Remember

the hot