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.

on the spot,

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

of everything. Especially after what happened

step up to the task.

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

for him sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed him down

never complains, and he seems to work around the pain. And now that he’ll be spending

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

is.

new people,” he

taking stock

broken out into a nervous sweat. If I don’t hire new people soon, I’m basically

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

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

to be good

“I agree.”

taking reservations and greeting

get a few good waiters and a decent bartender, then

“Exactly.”

door,

I say when I see him start to stand

chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock the door.

of sunglasses on. His business suit

two coffees on it.

and Ethan,” he says, handing it off

He’s always

what makes him a good Alpha. He remembers

He knows how to make the people who work for him,

slips past me into the restaurant. I lock the

face him. I don’t

into his pocket, looking around

I can reply, and he picks it

privacy. I can

pretend like I’m not

time to take on another job right

I’ll call you back later. I’m

your boss. If I want your advice, I’ll

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to

even though I already know the answer.

The memory

something else you need

shakes his head. “There’s

not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender.

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

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

hours probably isn’t a

mine. I need the