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.

Ethan my new restaurant manager on the spot, a promotion he took with a mingled look

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

out of everything. Especially after what happened with

have total faith he’ll step up to the task. He’s already proven a delight to work with.

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

but it hasn’t slowed him down

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

easier for him. If I can even stay

is.

thing is getting new people,” he

stock of the food and all future orders. By the

nervous sweat. If

on an expedited basis,” I say, turning to

some people don’t last, at least

be

“I agree.”

reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work back

we can get a few good waiters and a decent

“Exactly.”

at the front door, and

it,” I say when I see him

into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor

suit looks freshly pressed,

two coffees on it.

he says, handing it off to

surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good

partly what makes him a good Alpha. He remembers people even if he’s only

to make the people who work for him, and the

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

him. I don’t bother to hide

slides his sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the

I can reply, and he picks

I give him his privacy. I can still hear

pretend like

another job right now,” he says. There’s a

I’ll call you back later. I’m in the middle

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

He hangs up,

know the answer. Her

my mind. The memory of it makes me angrier than

something else you need

head. “There’s nothing

not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously

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

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

hours

mine. I need