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, a promotion he took with a

and fear. While he doesn’t have a ton of

everything. Especially after what

up to the task. He’s already proven a delight to work with.

of the most hardworking employees I’ve had.

but it hasn’t slowed him down

around the pain. And now

desk, hopefully his shifts will be easier for

is.

getting new people,” he says.

stock of the food

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

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

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

just need to be good enough

“I agree.”

front desk taking reservations and

get a few good waiters and a decent

“Exactly.”

knock at the front door, and Ethan gives

I say when I see

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

suit looks freshly pressed, and he’s carrying a tray

two coffees on it.

he says, handing

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

Alpha. He remembers people

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

slips past me into the restaurant. I lock the door behind

I say, turning to face him. I don’t

his pocket, looking around at the

and he picks it up, giving me

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

pretend like

time to take on another job right now,” he says. There’s a muffled

great, but I still don’t have the time. I’ll

I checked, I’m your boss. If

My eyebrows shoot up.

bye.” He hangs up,

I ask, even though I already know the answer. Her smug smile

did flashes across my mind. The memory of it makes

“Sounds like there’s something else you need to be

head. “There’s

a cook or a waiter or even a

not exactly fun work, and it’s not like

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

in the span of a few hours probably isn’t

mine. I