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.

manager on the spot, a promotion

a ton of experience yet, he’s loyal, and

out of everything. Especially after what happened with

total faith he’ll step up to the task.

most hardworking employees

him sometimes, but it hasn’t slowed him

the pain. And

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

is.

new people,” he says.

When we got here, we started by taking stock

sweat. If

hire staff on an expedited basis,” I

people don’t last, at least

to be good enough to get

“I agree.”

front desk taking reservations and greeting customers. I’ll

few good waiters and a decent bartender,

“Exactly.”

front door,

I see him

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

on. His business suit looks freshly pressed, and

two coffees on it.

Ethan,” he says, handing it off

name. He’s always been good at that,

It’s partly what makes him a good Alpha.

who work for him, and the members of

me into the

him. I don’t

sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the desolate

can reply, and he picks it up, giving me an apologetic smile. “Kimberly,

him his privacy. I can still hear his

pretend like I’m

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

time. I’ll call you back later. I’m in

checked, I’m your boss. If I want

My eyebrows shoot up.

bye.” He hangs up, turning to face

though I already know the answer. Her smug

flashes across my mind. The memory of it makes

like there’s something else

head. “There’s

or even a bartender. You seriously want to work in

not exactly fun work, and it’s not

get your priorities straight,” I grumble, walking

a few hours probably

mine. I