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Win, Lose, or Love
The only thing bigger than Alika Makai’s biceps is his giant ego.
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I’m not sure how he fits in the kitchen.
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If he thinks he’s winning this food truck competition without a fight, he better think again.
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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.
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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...
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