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.

spot, a

a ton of experience yet,

of everything. Especially after what happened

faith he’ll step up to the task. He’s already proven a

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

for him sometimes, but it hasn’t

work around the

for him. If I can even stay afloat

is.

new people,” he

When we got here, we started by taking stock of the food and

If I don’t

basis,” I say,

I quickly post it online. “Even if some people don’t last, at least we’ll have workers for

They just need to be good enough to get

“I agree.”

work at the front desk taking reservations and greeting

If we can get a few good waiters

“Exactly.”

door,

get it,” I say when I see him start

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

suit looks freshly

two coffees on it.

Ethan,” he says, handing

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

good Alpha. He remembers people even if he’s

who work

into the restaurant.

I say, turning to face him. I don’t bother to hide the fact

looking around

picks it up, giving me

I can still hear his end

pretend like I’m not

have time to take 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 your boss. If I want your advice, I’ll ask for

My eyebrows shoot up.

up,

know the answer. Her smug smile

memory

“Sounds like there’s something else you

his head. “There’s nothing

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

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

need to get your priorities straight,” I

the span of a few hours

I need the