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.

spot, a promotion he took

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

out of everything. Especially

the task. He’s already proven a delight to work

most hardworking employees

but it hasn’t slowed him

and he seems to work around the pain. And now

be easier for him. If I can even stay

is.

thing is getting new people,” he says.

here, we started by taking stock of the food and all future

nervous sweat. If

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

some people don’t last, at least we’ll have

They just need to be good

“I agree.”

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

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

“Exactly.”

a loud knock at the front door, and Ethan gives me

when I see him start to stand

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

His business suit looks freshly pressed, and he’s carrying

two coffees on it.

says, handing it

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

It’s partly what makes him a good Alpha.

work for him, and the members of his pack,

step aside, and he slips past me into the restaurant. I

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

sunglasses into his pocket, looking around

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

I give him his privacy. I can still hear his end

like I’m

take on another job right now,” he says. There’s

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

I checked, I’m your boss. If I want your advice, I’ll

My eyebrows shoot up.

up,

though I already know the answer. Her smug smile

flashes across my mind. The memory of it

there’s something else you need to be

head. “There’s nothing

Alpha, not a cook or a waiter or

It’s not exactly fun work, and it’s not like you have free

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

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

I