Chapters (31)
- Cover
- Praise for Faker
- TITLES BY SARAH SMITH
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- 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.