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.

on the spot, a promotion

of experience yet, he’s loyal, and I value loyalty

out of everything. Especially

up to the task. He’s

the most hardworking employees I’ve had.

sometimes, but it

never complains, and he seems to work around the

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

is.

thing is getting new

we started by taking stock of the food and all future orders. By

nervous sweat. If I don’t hire

I say, turning to my computer.

people don’t last, at

just need to be good enough to get things

“I agree.”

desk taking reservations and greeting customers.

we can get a few good waiters and a

“Exactly.”

loud knock at the front door,

I

his chair. I cross the restaurant floor

sunglasses on. His business suit looks freshly pressed,

two coffees on it.

he says, handing it

surprised he remembered Ethan’s name. He’s always been good

It’s partly what makes him a good Alpha. He remembers people even if he’s only

make the people who work for him,

into the restaurant. I lock

you came,” I say, turning to face him. I don’t bother to hide the fact that I’m

pocket, looking around at

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

and I give him his privacy. I can still hear his

pretend like

to take on another job right now,” he says.

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

boss. If I want your advice, I’ll ask for

My eyebrows shoot up.

hangs up, turning to

ask, even though I already know the answer. Her smug smile

mind. The memory of

something else you need to be

his head.

an Alpha, not a cook or a waiter or even a bartender. You seriously

fun

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

of a few hours probably isn’t a good

I need