Chapter Eighteen
Jamey wiped a bead of sweat off her brow. She’d be toasting herself after cleanup. Nineteen plates to fire, and no sous. She’d achieve rock star status, at least in her own mind, if she pulled this off without a hitch tonight.
Ben, his friends, and Mason’s ranch hands sat at the long table in the great room. Blake, Maddie, Simon, Mason, and his foreman sat at a table on the front patio. Her biggest challenge would be getting the mains out fast enough that the first plates weren’t cold by the time the last plate dropped. She’d opted to serve the salad family style, which irked her. Presentation always made the food taste better. But she knew her limits. She was pushing them as it was.
Brodie strode in, a determined look on his face. “Let me help.”
She shook her head, st
