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.

Ethan my new restaurant manager on the spot, a promotion he took with a

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

Especially after what

task. He’s already proven a delight

the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I know his injury

it hasn’t slowed him

to work around the pain. And

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

is.

is getting new people,” he

here, we started by taking stock of the food and all future

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

I

“Even if some people don’t last, at least we’ll have

need to be

“I agree.”

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

few good waiters

“Exactly.”

front door, and Ethan gives

say when I see him

nods and sinks back into his chair. I cross the restaurant

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

two coffees on it.

he says, handing

He’s

makes him a good Alpha. He remembers

work for him, and

and he slips past me into the restaurant. I lock the door

you came,” I say, turning to face him. I

his pocket, looking around at

he picks it up, giving me an apologetic smile.

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

like I’m

on another job right now,” he says. There’s

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

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to face

though I already know the answer. Her smug smile during that

my mind. The memory of it makes me

there’s something else you need to

shakes his head.

a cook or a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously want to work in

a dinner rush? It’s not exactly fun work, and it’s not like

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

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

mine. I need the