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

have a ton of experience yet, he’s loyal, and

out of everything. Especially after what

the task. He’s already proven a delight to work

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

it hasn’t slowed him

the pain. And now that he’ll be

the front desk, hopefully his shifts will be easier for him. If I can

is.

important thing is getting new people,” he says.

stock of

I’d broken out into a nervous sweat. If I don’t hire new

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

people

to be good

“I agree.”

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

we can get a few good waiters

“Exactly.”

at the front door, and Ethan gives me a

when I see him start to

cross the

business suit looks freshly pressed, and he’s carrying

two coffees on it.

he says,

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

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

work for him, and the members of his

slips past me into the restaurant. I lock the

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

around at the desolate room. “I

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

turns slightly away, and I give him his privacy. I can still hear his

pretend like I’m not

don’t have time to take on another job right now,” he says. There’s

but I still don’t have the time. I’ll call you back later. I’m in the

“Last I checked, I’m your boss. If I want your advice, I’ll ask for

My eyebrows shoot up.

hangs up,

though I already know the answer. Her smug

across my mind. The memory of it makes me

“Sounds like there’s something else you

head. “There’s

a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously want

It’s not exactly fun work, and it’s not

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

hours probably isn’t

I need