Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 119
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 attered 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

or something,

I swipe my cheek with the back of my

I mutter, smoothing down my messy hair.

well

shrugs. “Don’t sweat it,” he assures me. “In fact, you’ll be happy to know

No more food critics, no sick servers,

employees.”

does travel fast; or rather, Karl is more attuned

and arguing employees to anyone, but

noticed.

rubbing my

off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on

a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,” he

you could use some rest

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

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

where I’m standing. “What’s your

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

that I haven’t seen in a very long time. And something about it

I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping

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

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

“You should go