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 promotion he took

of experience yet, he’s loyal, and

of everything. Especially

have total faith he’ll step up to the task.

employees

sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed him down

and he seems to work around the pain. And

will be easier for

is.

important thing is getting new people,” he says.

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

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

hire staff on an expedited basis,” I

quickly post it online. “Even if some people

just need to be good enough to

“I agree.”

and greeting customers. I’ll work back here as

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

“Exactly.”

the front door, and Ethan

when I see him start to stand

I cross the restaurant

business suit looks

two coffees on it.

he says, handing it

not surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good at that, making

good Alpha. He remembers people even if he’s only

knows how to make the people who work for him, and the members of his pack,

and he slips past me into

I don’t bother to hide the fact

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

I can reply, and he picks

give him his privacy. I can still hear

pretend like I’m not

another job right now,” he says. There’s a muffled response on the

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

muffled response. “Last I checked, I’m your boss. If I

My eyebrows shoot up.

up,

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

memory of it makes me angrier than it

something else you need to be

shakes his head. “There’s nothing

or even a bartender. You seriously want to work

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

to get your priorities straight,” I grumble, walking past him to

hours probably isn’t a good idea,

I need the