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.

Ethan my new restaurant manager on the spot, a promotion he took

doesn’t have a ton of experience yet, he’s loyal, and I value loyalty

out of everything. Especially after what happened with

he’ll step up to the task. He’s already proven a delight to work with. He’s

employees I’ve had. I

it hasn’t slowed him

he seems to work around the

front desk, hopefully his shifts will be easier for him. If I can even

is.

getting new people,” he says. “We

we got here, we started by taking stock of

sweat. If I don’t hire new people soon,

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

online. “Even if some people don’t

They just need to be good

“I agree.”

desk taking reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work back

get a few good waiters and a decent bartender, then

“Exactly.”

the front door, and Ethan gives me a

I say when I see him

chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock the door.

a pair of sunglasses on. His business suit

two coffees on it.

and Ethan,” he says, handing

he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good at

good Alpha. He remembers people even if he’s

make the people who work for him,

slips past me into the restaurant. I lock the

I say, turning to face him. I don’t bother to hide the

slides his sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the

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

give him his privacy. I can still hear his end of the conversation, but

like I’m

have time to take on another job right now,” he says. There’s a muffled response

I still don’t have the time. I’ll

“Last I checked, I’m your boss. If I want

My eyebrows shoot up.

hangs up, turning

I already know the answer. Her

The memory of it makes me angrier than

else

shakes his head. “There’s

a waiter or even a bartender.

not exactly fun work, and it’s

time.” “I think you need to get your priorities straight,” I grumble, walking

few hours probably isn’t a good idea, but I definitely

I need