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.

the spot, a promotion he took with a mingled look

of experience yet, he’s loyal, and I value

out of everything. Especially

up to the task. He’s

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

but it hasn’t slowed him down

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

desk, hopefully his shifts will be easier for him. If I can even

is.

new people,” he says.

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

I’d broken out into a nervous sweat. If I don’t hire new people soon, I’m

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

some people don’t last, at least we’ll have workers

be good enough to

“I agree.”

at the front desk taking reservations and greeting

can get a few good waiters and a decent

“Exactly.”

at the front door,

when I

nods and sinks back into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and

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

two coffees on it.

says,

he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always

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

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

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

face him. I don’t bother

his pocket, looking around at the

picks it up, giving me

his privacy. I can still hear his end of

pretend like I’m not

take on another job right now,”

I still don’t have the time. I’ll call you back

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

My eyebrows shoot up.

bye.” He hangs up, turning

even though I already know

my mind. The memory of it makes me

something else you need to

shakes his head.

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

fun work, and it’s

time.” “I think you need to get your priorities straight,” I grumble, walking past

the span of a few hours probably isn’t a

I