Soufflés at Sunrise (20 page)

The others had gone from as safe as watermelon sorbet, which Kai thought might land Louis in trouble (apparently it just tasted like water, though it looked pretty) to as wild as Polly’s Indian kulfi, which was flavored with rose and saffron. From her position at the middle of the pack, Polly was really starting to push her way to the front.

When his name was finally called, Kai took his dish up to the judging table and set it down. By this point it was little more than a puddle in a bowl.

“Well, Kai, this can barely be called an ice cream, more like a chilled dairy soup. It shouldn’t have melted so quickly. Were you having problems with consistency?” Basil asked.

“Yes. When I got it out of the ice cream maker the first time, it was very runny. I had to freeze it again. It must’ve melted very quickly.”

The judges nodded and took another taste.

“Your spice mix is divine, though,” Nicolette said. “I’m really enjoying the spice cookie with the flavors and dates in the cream. It would’ve been lovely if your ice cream had set.”

Kai nodded. He knew he’d had problems. It didn’t make it sting any less.

“Thank you, Kai,” Diego said. He was dismissed.

Kai, bitter taste in his mouth, went back to the rest of the chefs and waited for the final few evaluations before his fate was announced. He sure as hell hadn’t won. Maybe his flavors were enough to keep him in the middle of the pack.

Diego asked the chefs to go to the “private” room while the judges deliberated. They all filed off the set into the room where there were cameras set up. He wasn’t going to have the luxury to lick his wounds in private. After Kai sat down, Chase came bounding into the room and flopped down on the couch across from him. Kai felt like glaring. So he did. Chase played the game and glared back after a short eye at the camera on the wall.

“Good job today, Chase,” Polly said when she sat next to him. “Sounded like they loved your ice cream.”

“I hope so!” Chase answered, his voice full of energy. “It’s the only thing I’m always confident in.”

Kai figured that would be cut. Humility was one thing, insecurity was another.

“You’ll be fine,” Al said. “It looked great.”

They only had to wait twenty minutes or so, thank God, before a production assistant called them out of the room and back to the judging floor. Everyone filed out. Chase went to brush against Kai surreptitiously, but Kai stepped away and pretended he hadn’t noticed Chase’s touch.

“Welcome back, chefs. In today’s frozen challenge, some of you excelled and some didn’t quite make it, but as always we can only have one winner. This week, that winner is no surprise. It’s the king of ice cream himself. For the second week in a row, it’s Chase!”

Everyone applauded, and Chase smiled gratefully. He hugged Polly on his way off the stage and back to the waiting room.

“Can I please see Kai and Louis?” Diego said.

Fuck. Fantastic. Bottom two.

Kai and Louis stepped forward.

“Kai, your ice cream had delicious flavors and the potential of a lovely presentation, but the consistency fell apart on you. Louis, your ice cream had a fantastic texture, but the flavors just didn’t do justice to your inspiration country of Japan. The judges didn’t get any hints of any of the Japanese flavors you listed in your ingredients, only a bland sweet vanilla that they weren’t impressed with. Do we go with taste or texture, is the question?” Diego, as always, stretched the damn thing out. He took a deep breath. “The judges have decided to go with taste. Kai you’re safe. That means, Louis, you’re burned.”

Kai was so relieved he nearly passed out.

C
HASE
WAS
different again after winning. Not his usual self-effacing type or the guy who was so confident he could and would win, take control of everything, but he was more like a kid. Bouncy, happy, full of bubbles, and talking a mile a minute. Kai tried really hard to be happy for him. He’d been happy for him the week before, but there was something different after how Chase had been in the studio. Something raw, like his insides were out there ready for other people to see. It made him feel weird and snappish.

“You were so good at being a dick in the studio today,” Chase said with a giggle. He flung his arm across Kai’s shoulders. “I almost believed it myself.”

“I wasn’t joking,” Kai said quietly.

Chase paused. Kai watched as the smile melted down his face onto the warm LA pavement. “What do you mean, you weren’t joking?”

“You were being arrogant. I didn’t like it. I mean, could you act like any more of a prima donna?”

Chase stopped walking and let his arm fall from Kai’s shoulders. “Do you really mean that?”

Somehow, even though quiet, worried Chase was back, that made it worse. Like the contrast heightened everything Kai was feeling. He didn’t even know what he was feeling. Not for sure. So he didn’t answer. How could he answer when he didn’t know what to say?

Chase just shook his head and walked for the bus. It was late. Filming had taken a really long time that day, and the sun was already set, the sky was purpling and hazy. Kai sank onto one of the bus seats and stared out the window. Chase took another, nowhere near him like they usually did, and stared right in front of him. Kai knew he shouldn’t have noticed, but it was hard not to watch.

He didn’t even know why he felt so hurt. He just wanted the whole day to disappear.

B
Y
THE
time they got back to the condo, Kai felt like some sad little fallen meringue. It wasn’t fair to Chase to be like this, a sulky teenager who was having a tantrum because things didn’t go his way, so he excused himself as soon as they got back to the condo and headed off toward the bedrooms.

“You going to bed?” Breon asked.

Kai nodded. “Yeah. Tell Louis I said good luck, okay?”

Breon nodded and let Kai stomp off.

He was tired as hell. Being in the bottom two sucked, what he’d said to Chase sucked, the show sucked, and most of all, California sucked. He wished he could just get in his bed, somehow fall asleep, and end up back at home in Kaneohe where he belonged. He’d open up some sort of gourmet little hidey-hole and surf every day.

Escape sounded awfully nice.

Kai showered off some of the sweat and irritation from the set and crawled into bed. Everyone else was still out somewhere, eating dinner in the main room, up on the roof, or out if they had the energy. Kai wasn’t interested in any of that. He just wanted to sleep off his humiliation and hope it dawned a little nicer in the morning.

Their room was blissfully silent. It had been amazing ever since Aaron and Carson had gone. Chase and Kai had pushed their singles together to form one big bed they both typically ended up in one square inch of anyway. Kai cuddled up in the corner and closed his eyes.

His phone buzzed. It was his sister, Leilani, calling. He didn’t hear from her often, but it was the perfect night to hear her voice.

“Hey, sis. What’s up?” he said as soon as he picked up the phone.

“You sound like shit.” His sister didn’t hold back, as a rule. Usually he liked it, but he thought this time he might have used a bit of tact from her. Everything felt bruised and exposed.

“Thanks. I’m just tired. It’s been a really long week.”

“How come?” she asked.

“You know I’m not allowed to tell you what’s going on on the show. It’s just been long, that’s all.”

“That doesn’t sound like tired Kai. That sounds like you might have gotten in a fight with hottie.”

Kai had let it slip he might just not have a new show. His sister had screamed in his ear and giggled like she was still thirteen and not Chase’s age. He hadn’t told her much else. It wasn’t as though he could tell his sister how Chase had held him down and nearly made him cry from pleasure mixed with just the right amount of pain, and he couldn’t tell her anything about the challenges, so there wasn’t much to say.

“I was kind of a dick to him today. I think he knows it’s because I was tired.”

“Let me guess. He won, and you didn’t do well.”

“Lei, I told you I can’t talk about the show.”

“I know you, dork. You’re competitive. It’s cool if he does well as long as you do too, but if you didn’t? Well, then he’s going to be the one who pays for it.”

Shit. She was right. Well, at least partly. It wasn’t all about the winning and his dumb ego, but that was part of it. Kai all of a sudden felt like an asshole. Well, more of one. He’d already been feeling bad since the moment he’d said that stuff back at the parking lot. Chase hadn’t really been doing anything wrong. He’d been excited to show his skills and happy he won—at something he should’ve won too. It was his thing. It wasn’t Kai’s. Kai wanted to put his face into the blanket.

“Yeah. You’re pretty much right.” At least about part of it. The other part, well, he wasn’t going to get into that with his sister. Ever.

Leilani chuckled softly. “It’s nice to know that the mainland hasn’t changed you much.”

“I miss home.”

“Mrs. Takata from down the street came by today, yah? She was going on and on to Ma ’bout how you’re a big success over on the mainland. She called you a movie star.”

Okay, she’s going to ignore my pathetic homesickness.
Kai laughed softly instead of pushing it. “Yeah, I’m only about a half step away from the Oscars.”

“Don’t be a dick. People are proud of you.”

“Don’t say dick.” Sometimes Kai couldn’t believe what came out of his sister’s mouth. He’d revert right back to when they were kids and he babysat her after school.

“I’m not a teenager anymore.”

She didn’t listen to him back then either. Kai snorted. “Could’ve fooled me.”

It was really, really nice to banter with Leilani again. Bitch at each other and pretend nothing was different, that Kai didn’t live an ocean away and that everything was just like it had been when they were kids. But it was different. And even if he dreamed of falling asleep and waking up in his old bed with the louvered window open and the mynah birds singing outside, he knew it wasn’t going to happen. He also knew it shouldn’t.

“Hey, listen, sis. I’m totally wiped. I need to pass out, ’kay?”

“Yeah. You can call me too, you know. And Ma. She wants you to meet her coworker’s niece, Melia. She’s hot, man.”

“
Jesus
.”

In case he was wondering if he should stay in California. Kai supposed it would have to be dealt with eventually.

“Give Ma a break. She just wants you to be happy. I know you’re into, like… guys too. But she doesn’t.”

“I’m not into guys too. I’m just into guys.” Kai sighed. He couldn’t believe he’d just said that to his sister all casual-like over the phone when he was half-asleep. Of course, he was nowhere near her swatting hands, so it was probably for the best.

“Kailua Chin, how long have you known that?”

“Always,” he muttered. And he couldn’t believe it had taken him until thirty-three to tell his sister. Of course, it had taken him until twenty-nine to tell her the first half, so he supposed at least his track record was predictable.

“Shit, man. Okay. I mean, I totally support you, but you’ve gotta talk to Mom. It’s gonna get embarrassing if she keeps trying to get you married off to an island girl. She’s terrified that you’re going to find some mainland haole and never come back.”

Kai cringed. At least it wasn’t a haole
girl
. The rest, well, he wasn’t quite sure there would be anyone after the way he’d acted earlier.

“Okay?” she prodded. He realized belatedly that nodding wasn’t very effective over the phone.

“Okay. I’ll talk to her. But I wanna do it in person. I can’t tell her on the phone.”

Leilani made a squeaky sound. “Maybe you can bring hottie from the TV show out to meet her.”

Kai rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to do that to him. It would be mean.”

He said good-bye to Leilani, full of promises about a visit home and love for Mom and Grandma. Then he curled up near the corner of their bed and waited for Chase to come in. Even though he was exhausted, it wasn’t easy to fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard himself that afternoon, being a big competitive asshole who wasn’t happy for the guy he liked so, so much. He was annoyed with himself, and he just needed the chance to say it.

Kai finally fell asleep way later than he’d planned, still squished into the corner of their bed with the covers around him like a burrito. He woke up exactly the same way. Alone. Kai sat up and looked around the room. The other half of their bed was empty, as were the other two singles that hadn’t been used since Aaron and Carson had abandoned them. Chase hadn’t come in at all the night before.

Kai felt like the biggest dick in the whole world.

W
ELCOME
TO
Burned
, where we find fresh new cooking talent… and a few culinary disasters! Last week Louis’s bland ice cream couldn’t pass the test, and he pirouetted back to Paris while farm boy Chase got his second win of the season with his avocado ice cream, putting him into serious contender status. We’ll be excited to see what he comes up with this week in one of our most challenging tests yet.

The judges want to see things they’ve never seen, using foods that aren’t typically used in desserts. Their final products have to be at least half nontypical dessert foods. And what could be the easiest part… or the hardest? They have to work in pairs.

Our grand prize winner gets a year of pastry training in Paris, a whole kitchen’s worth of top-of-the-line commercial tools and appliances, and a hundred thousand dollars for his or her own business.

With stakes this big, we ask the one question on everyone’s mind: Do these chefs have what it takes to rise to the top? Or will they get
Burned
?