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

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

out of everything. Especially

step up to the task. He’s already proven a

most hardworking employees I’ve

it hasn’t slowed

work around the pain. And now that

shifts will be easier for him. If I can

is.

new people,” he says. “We need

stock of the food and all future orders. By

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

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

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

be good

“I agree.”

and greeting customers. I’ll

few good waiters

“Exactly.”

at the front door, and Ethan gives me a curious

get it,” I say when I

into his chair. I cross the restaurant floor and unlock

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

two coffees on it.

Ethan,” he says, handing it off

name. He’s always been good at

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

the people who work for him, and the members of

past me into the restaurant.

you came,” I say, turning to face him. I

sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the

picks

his privacy. I can still hear his

like I’m

right

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

boss. If

My eyebrows shoot up.

hangs up, turning to

even though I already know

my mind. The memory of it makes me angrier than

else

his head. “There’s nothing

you’re an Alpha, not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender.

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

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

hours probably isn’t

I need