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.

my new restaurant manager on the spot, a

have a ton of

Especially after what

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

employees I’ve had. I know his injury

it hasn’t

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

for him. If I can

is.

most important thing is getting new

nod. When we got here, we started by taking stock of the

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

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

some people don’t last, at least

need to be good enough to get things

“I agree.”

reservations and greeting customers. I’ll work back

few good waiters and a decent bartender, then we’ll

“Exactly.”

the front door, and Ethan gives me a

I

back into his chair. I cross the restaurant

suit looks freshly pressed,

two coffees on it.

he says, handing it off to

surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good at that, making note

It’s partly what makes him a good Alpha. He

who work for him, and the members of his pack,

into the restaurant. I lock

to face him. I don’t bother to hide the

his sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the desolate room. “I

can reply, and he picks it up, giving me an apologetic

and I give him his privacy. I can still hear his end of the conversation,

pretend like I’m not

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

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

response. “Last I checked, I’m your boss.

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to face me

know

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

“Sounds like there’s something else

head.

not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender. You

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

you need to get

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

mine. I