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

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

out of everything. Especially after what

to the task. He’s already proven a

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

it

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

his shifts will be easier for him. If I can

is.

important thing is getting new people,” he says.

by taking stock

sweat. If I don’t hire new people soon, I’m basically

staff on an expedited basis,” I say, turning to my

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

need to be good enough to get

“I agree.”

taking reservations and greeting customers.

few good waiters and a decent bartender, then

“Exactly.”

loud knock at the front door, and Ethan gives me a curious

say when I see him start to stand

I cross the restaurant floor and unlock the door. Karl

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

two coffees on it.

you and Ethan,” he says, handing it off

name. He’s always

makes him a good Alpha.

work for him, and

and he slips past me into the restaurant.

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

around at

picks it up, giving me an apologetic smile. “Kimberly,

I can

like I’m

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

time. I’ll call

checked, I’m your boss. If I want your advice,

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to

already know the answer. Her smug

did flashes across my mind. The memory of it makes me angrier than it

else you

his head. “There’s nothing

or even a bartender. You seriously want to

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

have the time.” “I think you need to get your

in the span of a few hours probably isn’t a good idea, but

I