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

have a ton of

everything. Especially after

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

the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I know his injury

but it hasn’t slowed him

he seems to work around the

easier for him. If I can even

is.

getting new people,” he

stock of the food

I’d broken out into a nervous sweat. If I don’t hire

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

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

be good enough to

“I agree.”

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

If we can get a few good

“Exactly.”

door, and

say when I

his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock

a pair of sunglasses on. His business suit looks freshly pressed,

two coffees on it.

says, handing it off

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

a good Alpha. He remembers people even

who work for him, and the members of

and he slips past me into

I don’t bother to

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

he picks

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

pretend like

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

“That’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, turning to face me

already know the answer. Her smug smile during that

mind. The memory

like there’s something else you

head. “There’s nothing

or even a bartender. You seriously

fun work,

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

a few hours probably isn’t a good idea,

I