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.

restaurant manager on the spot, a

of experience yet, he’s loyal, and I value loyalty

everything. Especially

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

hardworking employees

it hasn’t slowed

the pain. And now

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

is.

new people,” he

by taking stock

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

to hire staff on an expedited basis,” I say, turning to my

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

need to be good enough

“I agree.”

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

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

“Exactly.”

loud knock at the front door, and Ethan gives

it,” I say when I

into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock

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

two coffees on it.

you and Ethan,” he says, handing it off

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

good Alpha. He remembers

who work for him, and the members of his pack, feel

aside, and he slips past me into

face him. I don’t bother to hide the

around at the desolate room. “I said I

he picks it up, giving me

privacy. I can still hear

like I’m

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

time. I’ll call you back

I’m your boss. If

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to

ask, even though I already know the answer.

mind. The memory of it makes

like there’s something else you need

head. “There’s

Alpha, not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously want to

fun work,

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

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

mine. I need the