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

have a ton of experience yet,

Especially

faith he’ll step up to the task. He’s

the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I know

sometimes, but it

the

easier for him. If I can even

is.

getting new people,”

taking stock of the

I’d broken out into a nervous sweat. If I

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

it online. “Even if some people don’t last, at

need to be good enough to get

“I agree.”

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

a few good waiters and a

“Exactly.”

loud knock at the front door, and Ethan

get it,” I say when I see him start

I cross the restaurant

of sunglasses on. His business suit looks freshly pressed, and

two coffees on it.

and Ethan,” he says, handing it off to

Ethan’s name. He’s always been good at that,

good Alpha. He remembers

make the people who work for him, and the members of his

aside, and he slips past me into the restaurant. I lock the

I say, turning to face him. I

his pocket, looking around at the desolate

he picks it up,

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

pretend like I’m

job right now,” he says.

time. I’ll call you back later.

“Last I checked, I’m your boss. If

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning

know the answer. Her

she did flashes across my mind. The memory of

something else you

head. “There’s

cook or a waiter or

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

think you need to get

few hours probably isn’t

I