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.

spot, a promotion he took with

a ton of

everything. Especially after

faith he’ll step up to the task. He’s

of the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I

but it hasn’t slowed him down

seems to work around the pain. And now that he’ll be

desk, hopefully his shifts will be easier for him. If

is.

new people,”

started by taking stock of the food and all future orders.

If I don’t hire

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

“Even if some people don’t

They just need to be good

“I agree.”

taking reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work back here as

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

“Exactly.”

at the front door, and Ethan gives

I see him start

into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock the door. Karl

on. His business suit looks

two coffees on it.

says, handing it off to

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

a good Alpha. He remembers people even

people who work for him,

step aside, and he slips past me into the restaurant.

you came,” I say, turning to face him. I don’t

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

I can reply, and he picks it up, giving me an

him his privacy. I can still hear his end of the conversation, but

like I’m not

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

time. I’ll call you back later.

boss. If I want

My eyebrows shoot up.

He hangs up, turning

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

mind. The memory of it makes

there’s something else you need to be

his head.

or a waiter or

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

time.” “I think you need to get your priorities straight,”

the span of a few hours probably isn’t a

mine. I