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.

made Ethan my new restaurant manager on the spot, a promotion he took

of experience yet, he’s loyal, and

of everything. Especially after what

up to the task. He’s already proven

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

for him sometimes, but it hasn’t

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

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

is.

new people,” he

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

nervous sweat. If I don’t hire new people soon, I’m

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

people don’t last, at

They just need to be good enough to

“I agree.”

taking reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work back

good waiters and a decent bartender, then we’ll

“Exactly.”

the front door, and

it,” I say when I see him start

I cross the restaurant floor and unlock the door.

sunglasses on. His business suit looks freshly

two coffees on it.

Ethan,” he says, handing it off

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

good Alpha. He remembers

knows how to make the people who work for him,

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

him. I don’t bother to hide the fact

sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the desolate

he picks it up, giving me

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

like

right now,” he says. There’s a

still don’t have the time. I’ll call you back later. I’m in the middle

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

bye.” He hangs up, turning to

though I already know the answer. Her

she did flashes across my mind. The memory of it makes me angrier than it

something else

shakes his head. “There’s

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

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

get your priorities straight,”

few hours probably isn’t a good idea, but

I need