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.

restaurant manager on the spot, a

a ton of

of everything. Especially after what happened with

step up to the task.

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

sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed him down

seems to work around the pain. And now that he’ll be

hopefully his shifts will be easier for him. If

is.

most important thing is getting new

here, we started by taking stock of the food and

into a nervous sweat. If I don’t hire

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

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

just need to be good enough to get

“I agree.”

taking reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work

few good waiters and a decent bartender,

“Exactly.”

a loud knock at the front door, and Ethan gives me

get it,” I say when I see him

I cross the restaurant floor

business suit looks

two coffees on it.

and Ethan,” he says, handing it off

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

makes him a good Alpha. He

people who work for him, and the members of his pack, feel

me into the restaurant. I lock the door behind

you came,” I say, turning to face him. I don’t

looking around at the desolate room.

reply, and he picks it up,

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

like I’m

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

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

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning

already know the answer. Her smug

The memory of it

there’s something else you need to

shakes his head.

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

not exactly fun work, and it’s not like

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

coffee. Three in the span of a few hours probably isn’t a good

mine. I need the