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

Especially after what happened with

step up to the task. He’s already proven

hardworking employees

but it hasn’t slowed him

around the pain. And now that he’ll be

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

is.

important thing is getting new people,” he says. “We need

we started by taking stock of the food

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

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

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

They just need to be good enough

“I agree.”

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

get a few good waiters and a

“Exactly.”

knock at the front door, and Ethan gives me

say when I see him start to stand

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

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

two coffees on it.

says, handing it

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

makes him a good Alpha. He remembers people even if

work for him, and the members

slips past me into the restaurant. I lock the door

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

his pocket, looking around at

phone rings before I can reply, and he picks it up, giving me

privacy. I can still

like I’m

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

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

your boss. If I

My eyebrows shoot up.

bye.” He hangs up, turning to

ask, even though I already know

flashes across my mind. The memory

like there’s something else you need to be

shakes his head.

a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously want to

fun work, and

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

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

mine. I need the