Back Simmer Down
Chapters (31)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Faker
  3. TITLES BY SARAH SMITH
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Epilogue
  29. Acknowledgments
  30. About the Author
  31. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Happy to help.” Callum gestures to me standing at his side. “This is Nikki, one of the most talented chefs on the island.”

Now I’m the focus of Ted’s relieved smile. He shakes my hand. “You know that’s quite a compliment coming from him, right? He never compliments anyone, not even his friends.”

I catch Callum’s eye roll. My heart thuds with giddiness. “Really?”

Ted narrows an eye at Callum, then turns back to me. “I’m officially jealous, but seeing as you’re saving my skin tonight, I’ll let it go.”

Ted huffs out a breath, pulling the lapels of his suit jacket.

I look at Ted. “Don’t worry. We planned the whole menu on our drive here.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Is that your new catchphrase?” Callum asks.

I swallow back a chuckle and follow Ted as he leads us across the lobby to the dining area. When we reach the kitchen, my jaw unhinges. It’s a stainless steel haven with shiny appliances everywhere I look. A trio of kitchen workers decked out in white jackets glide across the kitchen cleaning and prepping. Ted clears his throat, and they all look up.

“Sorry for all the chaos of this morning, everyone, but these two are here to save the day.” Ted gestures to us. “Callum and Nikki are two food truck rock stars from the west side of the island who have graciously offered to take over dinner service tonight. I have no doubt that they’ll serve up a brilliant meal for our guests.”

Callum and I shake hands with the staff and look in the fridges and walk-in to figure out what we have to work with for tonight.

“I know food bloggers are a notoriously critical bunch,” Ted says. “But I have faith in you.”

I whip my head back to Ted. “Did you say food bloggers?”

He nods. “Apparently, some big-shot Maui vlogger arranged tonight’s dinner as part of a social media retreat for a bunch of local food bloggers. Matteo something or other.”

I nearly fall into a nearby shelf, but Callum catches me by the arm before I topple the endless stacks of metal bowls.

“Wait, so . . . so every major food blogger in Maui is going to be dining here tonight?” I stammer.

Ted nods, an easy smile on his face.