Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 20 – Accepting Help
Abby

“Stop joking around,” I say, placing my empty glass on the ground. “This is serious.”

“I’m not joking.”

We stare across the room at each other. I kind of want to laugh, but something tells me he wouldn’t

appreciate that. Still, there’s no way he’s going to come into my restaurant and work in the back. He

might think he wants to help, but I’m not sure he knows what that job actually entails. Plus, it’s not like

he has tons of free time on his hands. He’s an Alpha. Even if the pack is in a better position, there’s still

a million things he has to do on a daily basis.

“Okay, whatever you say,” I answer, opting for levity.

He frowns, a determined look on his face. “Why won’t you let me help you?”

“I just don’t think you understand what you’re saying.”

He rolls his eyes. “I understand perfectly fine, thank you.”

I can tell I’ve offended him a little, but I don’t feel all that bad about it. I need real help. Actual

employees. Not my ex-husband stacking dishes in the back. I doubt he’s cleaned a dish in his life.

“I just don’t think you have the time.”

“I know what I have time for and what I don’t,” he answers. “And I’m no stranger to hard work.”

“Well, Ethan and I are going over everything at the restaurant tomorrow. So, if you still want to help,

you can show up sometime in the morning.” I don’t expect him to show up at all. “Fine,” he says,

leaning back in his chair with a self-satisfied smile. “Then I’ll see you there.”

Ethan watches me finish my second coffee of the morning, a look of concern on his face. After last

night’s debacle, I’m both hungover and exhausted. By the time I went to bed, I had maybe four hours of

uninterrupted sleep before I had to wake up and drag myself over here.

If this headache isn’t a sign that I shouldn’t drink that much ever again, then I don’t know what is.

“We need to get up and running before those negative reviews have time to fester,” I say.

The most important thing is that I get ahead of the competition. I can’t disappear completely, and just

recede into the background. If I’m going to maintain my position as a must-go spot, then I need to

reopen immediately.

new restaurant manager on the spot, a promotion he

of experience

out of everything. Especially after what happened

total faith he’ll step up to the task. He’s already proven a delight

one of the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I know

him sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed

around the pain. And

for him. If

is.

new people,” he says. “We need

stock of the food and

a nervous sweat. If I

to hire staff on an expedited basis,” I say, turning to my computer. I’ve already written

people don’t last, at least we’ll have workers for the

They just need to be good enough

“I agree.”

front desk taking reservations and greeting customers. I’ll

good waiters

“Exactly.”

loud knock at the front door, and Ethan gives

I see him start to

back into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock the door.

of sunglasses on. His business suit

two coffees on it.

says, handing it

surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good at that, making note

a good Alpha.

work for him, and the members

past me into

came,” I say, turning to face him. I

sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the desolate room.

reply, and he picks it up, giving me an apologetic

and I give him his privacy. I can still

pretend like I’m not

another job right

have the time. I’ll call you back later. I’m in the middle

I’m your boss. If I want

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to face

though I already know the answer. Her smug smile

did flashes across my mind. The memory of

like there’s something else

head. “There’s nothing

a waiter or even a bartender. You

rush? It’s not exactly fun work, and it’s not like you

you need to get your

the span of a few hours probably isn’t a

mine. I need the