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

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

out of everything. Especially after what

total faith he’ll step up to the task. He’s already proven a delight to work

one of the most hardworking employees I’ve had. I know his

sometimes, but it hasn’t

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

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

is.

is getting new

taking stock

If I don’t hire new people soon, I’m

hire staff on an expedited basis,” I say,

I quickly post it online. “Even if some people don’t

just need to be

“I agree.”

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

chef. If we can get a few good waiters and a decent bartender, then we’ll

“Exactly.”

at the front door, and Ethan gives

when I

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

a pair of sunglasses on. His business suit looks freshly pressed, and

two coffees on it.

and Ethan,” he says, handing it

He’s always been

what makes him a good Alpha. He

He knows how to make the people who work for him, and the members

slips past me into the restaurant. I lock the door

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

his sunglasses into his pocket, looking around at the desolate

picks it up, giving me an apologetic

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

like I’m not

have time to take on another job right now,” he says. There’s a muffled

“That’s great, but I still don’t have the time. I’ll call you

“Last I checked, I’m your boss. If I want

My eyebrows shoot up.

up, turning to

secretary?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. Her smug

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

“Sounds like there’s something else you need to

his head.

a waiter or even a

during a dinner rush? It’s not exactly fun work,

need to get your priorities straight,”

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

mine. I