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.

my new restaurant manager on the spot,

of experience yet, he’s loyal, and I value

of everything. Especially after

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

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

for him sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed him down

to work around the pain. And

easier for him. If I can even stay afloat

is.

most important thing is getting new people,” he says. “We

nod. When we got here, we started by taking stock of the food and all future orders.

sweat. If

basis,” I say, turning to

online. “Even if some people don’t last, at

They just need to be

“I agree.”

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

If we can get a few good waiters

“Exactly.”

a loud knock at the front door, and Ethan gives

say when I

into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and

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

two coffees on it.

he says, handing it off to

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

partly what makes him a good Alpha. He remembers people

to make the people who work for him, and the members of

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

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

looking around at the desolate room. “I

can reply, and he picks it up,

his privacy. I can still hear his end of the

pretend like I’m not

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

the time. I’ll call you back later.

I’m your boss. If I want your

My eyebrows shoot up.

hangs up, turning to

know the answer. Her smug smile during

The memory of it makes me angrier than

else

his head. “There’s

or a waiter or even

fun work, and it’s not like you have

get your priorities straight,” I grumble,

few hours probably isn’t a good

I need