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

While he doesn’t have a ton of experience yet,

out of everything. Especially after what

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

hardworking employees I’ve had. I know

but it hasn’t slowed him

never complains, and he seems to work around the pain.

shifts will be easier for him. If I can even stay

is.

most important thing is getting new people,” he says. “We need

taking stock of the food and all future orders. By the

If I

expedited basis,” I say, turning to my computer. I’ve already written the

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

They just need to be good enough to get

“I agree.”

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

If we can get a few good waiters and a decent bartender, then we’ll be

“Exactly.”

a loud knock at the front door, and Ethan

get it,” I say when I see him start

his chair. I cross the

pair of sunglasses on. His business suit looks freshly pressed, and he’s carrying

two coffees on it.

says, handing

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

a good Alpha. He remembers people even

who work for

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

say, turning to face him. I don’t

his sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the desolate room. “I said I

phone rings before I can reply, and he picks it up, giving me

give him his privacy. I can still

pretend like I’m

on another job right now,” he says. There’s

time. I’ll call

checked, I’m your boss. If I want your advice, I’ll ask

My eyebrows shoot up.

bye.” He hangs up, turning

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

my mind. The memory of it makes me angrier than it

something else you

his head.

Alpha, not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously want to work in

It’s not exactly fun work, and

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

in the span of a few hours

I