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.

new restaurant manager on the spot, a

fear. While he doesn’t have a ton of

everything. Especially after what

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

hardworking employees I’ve had. I know

but it hasn’t slowed

work around the pain. And now that he’ll be spending

be easier for him. If

is.

thing is getting new people,” he

taking stock of the food and all

a nervous sweat. If I

an expedited basis,” I say, turning

I quickly post it online. “Even if some people don’t last, at least we’ll have workers

need to be good enough to get things

“I agree.”

reservations and greeting

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

“Exactly.”

the front door, and Ethan gives me a

it,” I say when I

back into his chair. I cross

sunglasses on. His business suit looks

two coffees on it.

and Ethan,” he says, handing it

remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been

partly what makes him a good Alpha. He remembers people even

people who work

past me into the restaurant. I lock the door

I don’t bother to

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

before I can reply, and he picks it up,

his privacy. I can still

like I’m not

time to take on another job right now,” he

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

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

up,

know

my mind. The memory of it makes

there’s something else you need to be

his head. “There’s nothing

waiter or even a bartender. You

fun work, and it’s not like you have

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

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

mine. I need