He's kind of a big dill.
They call me Big Pickle. It's not what you think. (Although that's true too.) I happen to be the oldest Pickle in the family deli business. And we have the best salami. Take that one however you like.
But when my father announces the franchise will go to the most profitable of the three brothers, I learn that even though I'm the eldest Pickle, I'm dead last.
I hightail it to Texas to see what's happened to my restaurant, only to find a sassy little spitfire named Nova Strong in charge. She's amazing. She's sexy. She runs our deli like she owns it.
But despite the way we nearly melt the permafrost in the industrial freezer, I have to control myself. Nova thinks I'm a new employee. She has no idea I'm only there to spy. Or that I'm her boss.
As I get to the bottom of why my franchise is failing, I desperately need to know one thing: Is Nova Strong everything wrong with my deli, or everything right for me?
Contains mature themes.
