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.

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

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

of everything. Especially after what happened

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

of the most hardworking employees I’ve had.

it hasn’t slowed him

work around the pain.

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

is.

important thing is getting new people,”

stock of the food and

If I

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

quickly 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 back here as

can get a few good waiters and

“Exactly.”

at the front door, and Ethan gives me a

I see him

chair. I cross

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

two coffees on it.

says, handing

name. He’s always

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

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

past me into the

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

around at the desolate room. “I said I

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

turns slightly away, and I give him his privacy. I can

like

don’t have time to take on another job right now,” he says. There’s a muffled response

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

“Last I checked, I’m your boss. If I

My eyebrows shoot up.

bye.” He hangs up, turning to face me

know the answer.

flashes across my mind. The memory of it makes me angrier than it

“Sounds like there’s something else you need

shakes his head. “There’s

waiter or even

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

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

hours probably isn’t a

I need