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 with a mingled

and fear. While he doesn’t have a ton of experience

everything. Especially after

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

of the most hardworking employees I’ve had.

sometimes, but it hasn’t

never complains, and he seems to work around the pain. And now that he’ll

the front desk, hopefully his shifts will be easier for him. If I can even stay afloat after this,

is.

getting new people,” he says.

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 I don’t hire new

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

“Even if some people don’t last, at

to be good

“I agree.”

at the front desk taking reservations and greeting

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

“Exactly.”

door, and Ethan gives me a curious

it,” I say when I see him start to

sinks back into his chair. I cross

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

two coffees on it.

says, handing it off

surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good at

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

who work for him, and

into the restaurant. I

to face him. I don’t bother to hide the fact that

around at the desolate room. “I said I

picks it up, giving me an apologetic smile.

him his privacy. I can still hear

like I’m not

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

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

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to face me

ask, even though I already know

flashes across my mind. The memory of

“Sounds like there’s something else you need to be

shakes his head. “There’s nothing

or even a bartender. You seriously want to

rush? It’s not exactly fun work, and it’s not like you have

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

hours

mine. I