The only thing bigger than Alika Makai's biceps is his giant ego.

I'm not sure how he fits in the kitchen.

If he thinks he's winning this food truck competition without a fight, he better think again.

Nobody can touch my biscuits. Especially my grumpy rival. My past mistakes are a bitter reminder of what's on the line, and I'm not leaving without the prize.

Alika's food is delicious. His body makes my mouth water. And those searing looks he aims my way slice right through me.

I have to outcook, outwit, and outlast Alika.

He's here to win, but so am I, even if there's nothing I'd like better than to strip him down and take a bite...