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 promotion he took

of experience yet,

out of everything. Especially after what

to the task. He’s

of the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I

sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed him

never complains, and he seems to work around the pain.

will be easier for him. If I can even stay afloat

is.

getting new people,” he says. “We need

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

out into a nervous sweat. If I don’t hire new people soon, I’m

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

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

need to be good enough to get

“I agree.”

reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work

few good waiters and a decent bartender, then we’ll

“Exactly.”

door,

it,” I say when I see him start to

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

of sunglasses on. His business suit looks

two coffees on it.

Ethan,” he says,

He’s

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

work for him, and the members of his pack,

past me into the restaurant. I lock the door behind

I don’t bother to hide the

sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the desolate

and he picks

give him his privacy. I can still hear his end

like I’m not

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

the time. I’ll call you back later. I’m in the

checked, I’m your boss.

My eyebrows shoot up.

He hangs up,

I ask, even though I already know the answer.

she did flashes across my mind. The memory of it

“Sounds like there’s something else you

his head. “There’s nothing

a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously

rush? It’s not exactly fun

think you need to get

coffee. Three in the span of a few hours probably isn’t a good

mine. I