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

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

everything. Especially

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

employees I’ve had. I know his

for him sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed him

to work around the

his shifts will be easier for him. If

is.

thing is getting new people,”

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

sweat. If I

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

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

They just need to be good enough to

“I agree.”

taking reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work back here as

good waiters and a decent bartender, then we’ll

“Exactly.”

the front door, and

it,” I say when I

sinks back into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock the door. Karl

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

two coffees on it.

he says, handing it off to

not surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been

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

to make the people who work for

past me into the

I don’t bother to hide

into his pocket, looking around at the

and he picks it up, giving me

turns slightly away, and I give him his privacy. I can still hear his end of

pretend like I’m not

job right now,”

I’ll

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

bye.” He hangs up,

ask, even though I already know

memory of it

something else you need to be

shakes his head. “There’s

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

fun work, and it’s not like you have

you need to get your priorities

Three in the span of a few hours probably isn’t a good idea, but I definitely plan

mine. I need