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

cheek with the back of my hand and sure enough, it

go me,” I mutter, smoothing down my messy hair. “This morning was

too well

he assures me. “In fact,

more food

employees.”

half-smile. So word really does travel fast; or rather, Karl is more attuned to the drama

the sick servers and arguing employees to anyone, but

noticed.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did you need

doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered desk.

tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but

look like you could use some rest

up to my feet in

perfectly

where I’m standing.

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

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

a feeble attempt to hide

out into the dimly lit city street.

and the kitchen will close soon anyway,”

to reality. “You