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,

back of my hand and sure enough, it comes away

mutter, smoothing down my messy hair. “This morning was hectic, and I

well

“In fact, you’ll be happy to know that after the

left, everything else went smoothly. No more food critics,

employees.”

half-smile. So word really does travel fast; or rather, Karl is

the sick servers and arguing employees to

noticed.

good,” I sigh, rubbing my eyes.

doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the

tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not

could use some rest

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

really feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t notice

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

few 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 makes my

feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping

into the dimly lit city street.

will close

reality. “You should