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

ton of

out of everything. Especially after what

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

most hardworking employees I’ve

him sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed him

around the pain. And now that he’ll be spending more

for

is.

getting new people,”

nod. When we got here, we started by taking stock of

nervous sweat. If I

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

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

just need to be good

“I agree.”

work at the front desk taking reservations and

good

“Exactly.”

loud knock at the front door, and Ethan gives me a

when I see him start to

sinks back into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock

suit looks freshly pressed,

two coffees on it.

you and Ethan,” he says, handing it off

He’s always been good at that,

Alpha. He

make the people who work for him, and the members

slips past me into the restaurant.

turning to face him. I don’t bother to

into his pocket, looking around at the desolate

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

him his privacy. I can still hear his end of

pretend like

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

I’ll call you

I checked, I’m your boss. If I want

My eyebrows shoot up.

hangs up, turning to face me

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

mind. The memory of it makes me angrier than it

else you

shakes his head. “There’s

an Alpha, not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender.

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

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

span of a few hours probably isn’t a

mine. I need the