I nod. “I know, but I think we can handle it. Burgers, hot dogs, and sausage rolls. The guy’s sending me the breakdown, so I’m guessing we’ll need vegetarian and vegan options too, and maybe gluten-free.”

“Gluten-free.” She looks at me like I’ve got two heads.

“It’s for the movie people.”

She gasps. “Really? I thought that would have been sorted ages ago.”

“Me too, but apparently they’re not ready. But we are, for the kind of money they’ve just thrown at me for it.”

My phone dings as the email comes through from George. Sure enough, there are some specific requirements, but in terms of numbers, they’re small.

“How much?”

I load up the banking app and show her the deposits. She grins. “You are one smart wahine. Do you think he will be there?”

“Who knows.”

She nods. “It’ll be interesting if he does show up. I haven’t heard of any celebrities arriving, but he might have just sneaked into town.”

“Well, if he has then he has. I can’t do much about it, but I can say yes to making good money on food we can start preparing tomorrow. George’s email says their on-site catering isn’t ready to do the food, but their equipment’s there, so we can grill the meat there, and boil the hot dogs, but have everything else ready to go.”

Pania nudges my arm. “Sounds like you’ve got everything worked out.”

“Getting there. We need to make a menu and list out what we need so I can raid the supermarket.”

“This is insane, you know?” She laughs.

“We’ve dealt with worse. If they hate it, then at least we made the money. If they love it, maybe we’ll get some more work out of them.”

“I guess so. We’ll pick up more custom if there are that many people in town anyway.”

“You are very wise.”

“You’re pretty smart, too.”

I snort and sit down at the table. In front of me is my laptop, which is the keeper of all the records, and I get to work.

This is going to be one hellish twenty-four hours.

* * *

After picking up Amelia, I drive to the supermarket.

As I'm driving only one thought fills my head. What if Josh turns up tomorrow? There's been no news of him flying into town, but planes have been going back and forth at that private airfield just out of town.

At some point I'll run into him; Murphy's Law is good like that. But how soon will it be?

I need to try and put him out of my mind.

By the time we’re finished, I’ve ordered so many bread rolls from the bakery, they have to start baking earlier than usual.