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, a promotion he took with a mingled look

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

Especially

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

most hardworking employees I’ve had.

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

the pain. And now

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

is.

is getting new people,”

stock of the food and all future orders. By

If I don’t hire new people soon, I’m basically

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

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

just need to be

“I agree.”

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

If we can get a few good waiters and a

“Exactly.”

front door, and Ethan gives

say when I see him start to stand

back into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock the

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

two coffees on it.

Ethan,” he says, handing it off to

name. He’s always been good at that, making

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

make the people who work for

slips past me into

I say, turning to face him. I don’t bother to hide the

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

picks it up,

I can still hear his end

like I’m

time to take on another job right now,” he says.

have the time. I’ll call you

boss. If I want

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to face

I already know the answer. Her smug smile during

flashes across my mind. The memory

something else you need to be

his head.

Alpha, not a cook or a waiter or even a

exactly fun work, and it’s not like you

to get your priorities

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

mine. I need