Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel 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 scatters 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 scattered 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.