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 promotion he took with a mingled look

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

of everything. Especially

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

and one of the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I know his injury makes

for him sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed

to work around the

easier for him. If I can even stay afloat after this,

is.

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

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

I’d broken out into a nervous sweat. If

staff on an expedited basis,” I say, turning to my computer. I’ve already written

people

be good enough to

“I agree.”

desk taking reservations and

get a few good waiters

“Exactly.”

front door, and

say when I see

cross the restaurant floor and unlock

a pair of sunglasses on. His business suit looks freshly pressed, and

two coffees on it.

he says,

surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always

a good Alpha. He remembers

people who work

he slips past me into the restaurant. I lock

face him. I don’t

his sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the desolate

reply, and he picks it up, giving me an apologetic smile.

his privacy. I can still hear his end of the

like I’m

to take on another job right now,”

the time. I’ll

I’m your boss. If I want your

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to face me

I ask, even though I already know the answer. Her smug

across my mind. The memory

“Sounds like there’s something else

his head. “There’s

you’re an Alpha, not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously want to work

dinner rush? It’s not exactly fun work, and

you need to get your priorities

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

I