Chapter 23
“What the hell, Kate?” Terry was raging as he stalked up to the station where Kate was leading the crew in plating the G-8’s breakfasts. The sun and the dignitaries were both up.
The kitchen was in full, meal-service mayhem. It was just as well Terry was nearly shouting or she wouldn’t have heard him. Servers hovered. Chefs rushed over with bites for her to taste because she didn’t have time to go to them. Even the dishwasher was at full roar as the appetizer plates swept clean of local “Greek” yogurt, fresh berries, and thistle honey poured back into the kitchen.
She, Dirk, and Rikka were frantically plating the Gouda cheese omlettes beside fresh-made miniature bagels spread with goat cheese, topped with a diamond lacework of Scottish lox, a single caper placed in each open
