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.

on the spot, a

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

Especially after what happened

to the task. He’s already proven a delight

the most hardworking employees

sometimes, but it hasn’t

complains, and he seems to work around the

be easier for him.

is.

important thing is getting new

started by taking stock

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

expedited basis,” I say, turning to my computer. I’ve

if some people don’t last,

need to be good enough to get things

“I agree.”

work at the front desk taking reservations and

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

“Exactly.”

the front door, and Ethan gives

get it,” I say when I see him start

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

of sunglasses on. His business suit looks freshly pressed, and he’s carrying a

two coffees on it.

Ethan,” he says, handing it off to

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

makes him a good Alpha. He remembers

make the people who work for him, and the members of his pack,

past me into the

came,” I say, turning to face him. I don’t

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

can reply, and he picks it up, giving me

I can still hear his end of

pretend like I’m

job right now,” he says. There’s a muffled response

but I still don’t have the time. I’ll call you back later. I’m in the

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

hangs up, turning to face

secretary?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

mind. The memory of it makes me angrier

else you need to be

his head.

not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously want to

not exactly fun work, and it’s not like you

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

his coffee. Three in the span of a few hours probably isn’t a good idea, but I

I need the