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.

manager on the spot,

and fear. While he doesn’t have a ton of experience yet, he’s loyal, and

everything. Especially after

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

and one of the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I know his injury makes

it hasn’t slowed him down

work around the pain. And now that he’ll be spending more

be easier for him.

is.

getting new people,” he says.

When we got here, we started by taking stock of the food and

nervous sweat. If I don’t hire new people

to hire staff on an expedited basis,” I say, turning

post it online. “Even if some people don’t last, at least we’ll

They just need to be good enough to get

“I agree.”

desk taking reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work

If we can get a few good waiters and a decent bartender, then

“Exactly.”

door, and Ethan gives

it,” I say when I

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

sunglasses on. His business suit

two coffees on it.

Ethan,” he says, handing it

not surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good at that,

him a good Alpha. He remembers people even if he’s only met

He knows how to make the people who work for him, and

slips past me into the restaurant. I lock

to face him. I don’t bother to hide the fact that I’m

his pocket, looking around at the desolate room. “I said

phone rings before I can reply, and he picks it up, giving me an apologetic smile.

I can still hear his end of the conversation, but I

pretend like I’m not

don’t have time to take on another job right now,”

still don’t have the time. I’ll call you back

response. “Last I checked, I’m your boss. If I want your advice, I’ll ask for

My eyebrows shoot up.

He hangs up,

know the

across my mind. The memory of

“Sounds like there’s something else you

his head. “There’s

a cook or a waiter or even a bartender.

It’s not exactly fun work, and it’s not

think you need to get your priorities straight,” I grumble, walking past him

Three in the span of a few hours probably isn’t a good

mine. I